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, the Ol' D-d-dirty Bastard
One, two, one, two
(Killer Beats)
Turn it up, it up
The headphones, it up

Yo, you me?
(Yeah, up Toney?)
W'sup 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 to go off on some real live
Wu shit, uh, huh
(WTC, Ghost-face)
Lemme give y'all the
Hook for niggas, check it out

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

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof
got the answer
'Cuz if I had a chance to do it
I will still keep the in my pants, uh

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

Stuck that's the God's honest beyond
We airin' niggas out that's the shit that we on
Official Wu-Tang
Flood space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka

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

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

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

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

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

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 we was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the cops is on us
Staten's the war is
Where the court system's out of warrants
Where TNT be out the Taurus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rat pack is from the Island of Stat'
Leave you us 'cuz you worship 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 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 flaming
That jumped up and did the Damon Dash