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, it's the Ol' Bastard
One, two, one, two
(Killer Beats)
Turn it up, 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 motherfuckin' Pa, uh, huh
(That's right, nigga)
That's as far as it

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

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

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

be nice to the crack heads, everybody listen up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe trick enough
Word life to big screen Don, tapping out
With star-writers like I fucked Celine

everything that's the God's honest beyond
We airin' niggas out that's the type that we on
Wu-Tang head-banger
Flood your with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka

Yo, I drink heavy of Crew, play the big part
got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks
Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest
Yellow suede one matching hat with the gun

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

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

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

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

Diggler, a.k.a The Cab
him off in the middle of fire
Dirty Island, drag to the murder land
niggas out hurtin' my hand

I in the elevator we was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the is stayin' on us
Staten's the war is
Where the court system's running out of
Where TNT be jumping out the

For real I call it
You see I love 'cuz she Lawless
She's exactly that 10304 is
Snitch niggas swallow tongue
Already know the island I'm
And y'all don't want no with them

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

the East to the Ville, from the West to the hills
Incredible rhymes, encouraging
From rat packs, the crews were enormous
They hit 'em fast, with an performance

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

Move mountains with poems, got a jones for
160, my song, we throwin'
The hoes cling, sho thing, we know
Only dime dikes, with minds right, we Queens

we wild like rock stars who smash guitars
Yo son split his face the toast, he ain't Ghost
It's no joke, iron coat, rifle with a
One toke, float, shot to the throat

the smoke hit, witness the killing
Southern scene, body on the block
Eyes open from the shock of being in the neck
Yet he's still lit cigarette between his fingers
Danger when you step the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta blast ya, 'cuz I ta

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

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