Luyện nghe bài hát 9 Millie Bros

Bob Digi, U-G-O-D,
The Chef, the Inspektah
the B-O-B-B
(The Man)

Straight up, Killa, the GZA
The Genius, it's the Ol' D-d-dirty
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 this together)
You right Pa, uh, huh
(That's right, nigga)
as far as it goes?

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

The burners in the stash, we the cash
We got females that got it that
The golden child's that bone the
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 chance to do it
I still keep the heat in my pants, uh

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

Stuck that's the God's honest beyond
We airin' out that's the type shit that we on
Wu-Tang head-banger
Flood space 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 pose
suede one matching hat with the gray gun

Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team up
We all wore y'all broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines digital stupid, plus ain't got no jury on
Bet I'm still and I'm coopin'

Two of my silver-backs fun a pack of your wolves
Front on react and sippin' so relax dude
Know I'm with these 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
pretty boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat with alligators, roll deep with my entourage
My whole crew's fresh out the

Diggler, a.k.a The Cab
him off in the middle of fire
Dirty Island, drag to the murder 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 out the Taurus

For I can't call it
You see I love Lucy she Lawless
She's like that 10304 is
niggas swallow your tongue
Already know the island I'm
And y'all don't want no problems them

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

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

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

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

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

the smoke hit, witness the killing
Southern crime scene, body on the
Eyes open from the shock of being popped in the
Yet he's hella lit cigarette between his fingers
Danger you step into the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta ya, 'cuz I have ta

The rat pack is back from the Island of
Leave you us 'cuz you worship the gat
The one to snap drunk off your Smirnoff
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the

Handcuffed to the turntables Wizard Theodore
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 nigga jumped up and did the Dash