Luyện nghe bài hát Esa Loca (Ft Tony Touch And Ro)

Yo, you Tony from Capicu?
And Caribbean be like papi chu
All you haters out there can't stop me,
I got niggas out dem shotta you

Y'all not for the R R O
Y'all not ready for Paul
Y'all not ready for Toca
Ladies, esa

Ay yo, lookin', from DR to Brooklyn
Rico to Montego, do it for the people
Toca aka Mr.
Do what I do like I'm it for me though

Rep for my brethren, that's without
Pull out the weapon in they start flexin'
T Touch, he bust, so stop
I weed up now it up in a session

Rudebwoy selecta, yeah, get'cha
I'm nice under pressure, write a lecture
Paul nothin' but love soon as I met ya
So let's do and show 'em who the rudest

You be kiddin' me gettin' rid of me
Guns'll blast like boys in Tivoli
Or Rema and jungle where all the be
Even in Italy still consider me

One of the dopest 'cause I lasted
The rest is all nothin' but asses
I'm so focused yet I'm so
And I'm out son big up all the

Tell dem all for races seh nuh guy caan try race
stop di progress and a gwaan embrace this
A old rust off mi a got hitch upon mi waist
Tell mi if you nuh love how di taste

Well, I don't a lawyer 'cau there won't be a case
Forget what you see, now your is get replaced
I'm di dutty dung inna di biz
I'm about to you what respect really is

Punk, yah nuh nuttin', yo, I know you really think youre
But you caan stop di style dem
Real push button, start it if yuh ready fi
Yo, tell mi if you heard of mi

Dem call mi the Dutty Loca, the Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a herbalist
Oonu listen out, esa
The Dutty Loca, the Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a
Oonu out, esa loca

Yo, it's the Sosa of rap, Dominicans up
Kingston, Jamaica put your up
San Juan, Puerto Rico, I got my man
My nigga, Paul, big up, big up

It's R dot O, B dot B
In Jamaica, we smoke kiki
Ladies, we got freaky
I out of school, teach me, teach me

You my man Tony, guns'll blow
And after the its straight to the moe
My nigga Paul still got the flow
You just Gimme the light and pass the dro

R.O.B.B, I got my see through may we blend up
Weh all who see through dat a mi high grade friend up
Man a store we all a smoke to di end up
Wid mi pal upon mi pen up it a mi head up

But some waan disturb man med up
Just di money weh mi spend up dem high go get red up
dem diss mi fi try get mi fed up
R.O.B.B waan fi up di led up

Tony waan fi get dem place bled up
and family dem start get shred up
Just dem nah hear di words weh mi said up
Better dem fed up or end up a dead weh dem mi

The Dutty Loca, the Tony
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a
Oonu out, esa loca
The Loca, the Tony Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a herbalist
Oonu listen out, esa

Yeah, R.O.B.B straight out of Jersey
Yuh dun Tony Toca
Ah dutty yeah, esa