Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The Diaz Bros

Okay Tony, to me
See those two guys there?
are the Diaz Brothers
They got the distribution of mixtapes
From New all the way to Tucson, Arizona
You know anything, don't fuck them Tony
will stick you underneath the fucking ground

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

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

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

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

B.K. to B.X. straight it
(Yeah)
All other DJ's be poppin' shit
But we come around the way I do the opposite
What's the deal all that hypocrisy?
On the y'all need to stop jockin' 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, tremendo escandalo,

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

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

Yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo
On some Prodigy shit, chain drop to my
No chokers, exotic swingin' like Sosa
At the Copa, with Tone Toca, opposite of
Lots of Henny-lo and Coca
Blend tape hoe tre-eight blowers

Heavyweight holders, got state sewed up
broke? Nah, pockets Al Roker
Budget Trinidad and De La Hoya
September 18th, Mixtape walk up in the ring
minks, turntables hangin' on links

Poli' with chinks, the main attraction, dyed pink
Shirt matchin', thug fashion, Passion
of Don King, it's a Don thing
Fuck a drink, still schemein' on that charm
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 hoes leavin' US alone
And Wop and Tone never the chrome at home
In case we gotta put up in your dome

this fuckin' shit
You why the fuckin' people love me?
'Cause I'm fuckin'
I tell you what the fuck's on my mind,

Okay, it's the of the Jedi
Now tell me who the said I
Couldn't bring it to any boriqua
L.A. back 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 no problemo
Before I do a show, have my
I'm to all you pendejos

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

Who copped six and to have the milano
Who got your main chain 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, fucked 'em and 'em
You 'em and date 'em
Gave 'em an
Talk about kid Wop, I hate him
So cut him off or I'ma him
Brother, you're

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