Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The Diaz Bros

Okay Tony, to me
See those two guys there?
Those are the Diaz
They got the distribution of mixtapes
From New York all the way to Tucson,
You know anything, fuck with them Tony
They will stick you the fucking ground

Aiy, hey the Diaz Brothers, huh?
I bury those
Who the fuck is the Brothers?
You and step to me? Hey, fuck you

If you know
(If you)
(Wanna know)
A story, about the two
Well, let me tell you we're the Brothers bitch

And we this just for you, yo yo
(What?)
Said we doin' this for you, uh uh
(What?)
we doin' it
Yeah, we it

Well, it's the rap Fuente, mirame de frente
Represent my people, 'ju know mi
Yeah, everyday all day siempre
Diaz Brothers, stay
Hot to death, when me and Wop the set

B.K. to B.X. straight it
(Yeah)
All y'all other DJ's be shit
But when we come around the way I do the
What's the with all that hypocrisy?
On the real y'all need to stop we
KRS-One, here's, "My Philosophy"

Settin' it off, my monopoly
If it over, it's about to be
And it damn sure nuttin' stoppin' me
Sangalo, Toca,
Criminal, escandalo, what?

Tony, you're going too far now
These motherfuckers will you
They'll cut off your testicles
And shove it up fuckin' ass

Fuck that, on, you want a war?
You wit' Pain in Da Ass
You're fuckin' the best motherfucker
I'll stick your fuckin' up ju' fuckin ass
I'll molest your fuckin' kids, fuck you

Yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo
On some Prodigy shit, drop to my dick
No chokers, shit swingin' like Sosa
At the Copa, Tone Toca, opposite of sob-ah
of Henny-lo and Coca Cola
Blend tape hoe glock tre-eight

Heavyweight holders, got every sewed up
Niggaz broke? Nah, pockets Al
Budget like and De La Hoya
September 18th, Mixtape walk up in the ring
Grey minks, turntables on links

Poli' with chinks, the attraction, Wally's dyed pink
matchin', thug fashion, Thug Passion
Compliments of Don King, a Don thing
a drink, still schemein' on that charm King
Chill son, put the toast, make a toast
To the most, Puerto Rican, "Rae' and Ghost"

Wop and Tone leavin' the hoes alone
And all the never leavin' US alone
And Wop and Tone leavin' the chrome at home
In we gotta put four up in your dome

Take this fuckin'
You know why the fuckin' people me?
I'm fuckin' real
I you what the fuck's on my mind, okay?

Okay, it's the of the Jedi
Now tell me who the hell I
Couldn't bring it to any tierras
From L.A. to N.Y. on the red eye
Toca, holdin' it on the M-I

(The M.O.)
to be, "Listen to My Demo"
All dem vogue now with no
I do a show, have my dinero
I'm talkin' to all you

Yo, yo yo
My rhymes get spit a gajo
My nines get the clips the hollows
carat chips in my Movado
Doo Wop, spic Cubano

Who copped six and used to the milano
Who got your chain vicked at the Apollo
Where Eric B. and would, "Follow, the Leader"
Many got my dick swallowed at the Fever
By any white black or Pediqua, Maria,

Had 'em all player, 'em and played 'em
You loved 'em and 'em
'em an ultimatum
Talk that kid Wop, I hate him
So cut him off or I'ma him
Brother, you're

You come and to me? Hey, fuck you
Those guys they fuckin' talk too
All they concerned about is fuckin' and drinking
The booze, and the
I got guys fuckin' soft, man
They can't fuck me
I'll those fuckin' cock-a-roaches
Fuck you motherfucker, I don't a fuck