Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Millie Bros

Bob Digi, U-G-O-D,
The Chef, the Inspektah
M-E-T-H-O-D the
(The Man)

up, Masta Killa, the GZA
The Genius, the Ol' D-d-dirty Bastard
One, two, one, two
(Killer Beats)
it up, turn it up
The headphones, it up

Yo, you me?
(Yeah, up Toney?)
Don' Don'
(All the way up)
You how we do
(Let's get paper together)
You right Pa, uh, huh
(That's right, nigga)
as far as it goes?

Sound about to go off on some live
Wu shit, uh, huh
(WTC, Ghost-face)
Lemme give the bullshit
Hook for y'all niggas, it out

The burners in the stash, we about the
We got that got it like that
The child's that bone the crowd
See niggas in the place bit my style

I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers
Wu-Tang got the
'Cuz if I had a to do it again
I will still the heat in my pants, uh

Y'all be nice to the crack heads, listen up
I one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough
Word life to big Don, tapping dust-bones out
With star-writers like I Celine Dion

Stuck everything that's the honest beyond
We airin' niggas out the type shit that we on
Official head-banger
Flood space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka

Yo, I heavy gallons of Crew, play the big part
Niggas got squid on the grill, selling Clarks
Finesse notes, yo, the on with the vest pose
Yellow one matching hat with the gray gun

Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my pull up
We all wore down broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid, ain't got no jury on
Bet I'm live and I'm coopin'

Two of my silver-backs fun through a pack of wolves
Front on and sippin' Cognac so relax dude
I'm with these cracks dude

Yo, one, two
Yo, Dirt McGirt, solid tone smith with shots
Lick shots, leave your head like a Shaolin monk six dots
Brooklyn, zoo, zoo
Brooklyn, zoo, zoo

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab armor
Smash pretty boy niggas, crush karma
Eat bones with alligators, roll deep my entourage
My whole fresh out the bars

Diggler, a.k.a The Cab
Drop him off in the middle of
Dirty Island, drag bodies to the land
Knock niggas out hurtin' my

I remember in the elevator we was playin'
Now we the corners and the cops is stayin' on us
where the war is
Where the system's running out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the

For real I call it
You see I Lucy 'cuz she Lawless
exactly like that 10304 is
Snitch swallow your tongue
know the island I'm from
And y'all don't want no problems with

We got a history, full of lightning
breakthrough it ain't no mystery
Long vision, from giants in way
Rap czars, magnificent flows for day

From the East to the Ville, from the West to the
rhymes, encouraging skills
From rat packs, the smallest crews were
They hit 'em fast, with an effortless

MCs start in flocks
Especially those that's sensitive to heat and shock
We grindin', to the bone my name grounded in stone
I'm Mr Violence we loungin' with
Mr Violence we in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred thousand in

Move mountains with poems, got a for dinero
160, my song, we elbows
The cling, sho thing, we know kings
Only dime dikes, with right, we choose Queens

Yeah we wild like rock who smash guitars
Yo son split his face with the toast, he Ghost
It's no joke, iron coat, rifle a scope
One toke, float, shot to the throat

Before the hit, witness the killing
Southern crime scene, on the block
Eyes open the shock of being popped in the neck
Yet he's still hella lit cigarette between his
Danger when you into the chamber with the master
Disaster, blast ya, 'cuz I have ta

The rat pack is back the Island of Stat'
Leave you cursed us 'cuz you the gat
The first one to drunk off your Smirnoff
the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss

Handcuffed to the turntables like Wizard
See it's pure, let it pearly ounces
Bang him with the that hang from the trousers
You don't want no drama, I'm fast
That jumped up and did the Damon Dash