Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The Diaz Bros

Okay Tony, to me
See those two guys over
are the Diaz Brothers
They got the biggest distribution of
From New York all the way to Tucson,
You know anything, don't fuck with Tony
They stick you underneath the fucking ground

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

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

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

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

B.K. to B.X. straight it
(Yeah)
All y'all other be poppin' shit
But when we come the way I do the opposite
the deal with all that hypocrisy?
On the real y'all need to 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 will you
They'll cut off fuckin' testicles
And shove it up your ass

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

Yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo
On some Prodigy shit, chain to my dick
No chokers, exotic shit like Sosa
At the Copa, with Tone Toca, of sob-ah
Lots of Henny-lo and Cola
Blend tape hoe glock tre-eight

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

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

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

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

Okay, it's the Return of the
Now tell me who the said I
Couldn't bring it to any boriqua
From L.A. to N.Y. on the red eye
Toca, it down on the M-I

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

Yo, yo yo
My get spit like a gajo
My nines get the with the hollows
Five carat chips in my
Doo Wop, spic half

Who six and used to have the milano
Who got main chain vicked at the Apollo
Where Eric B. and would, "Follow, the Leader"
Many nights got my dick swallowed at the
By any black or Pediqua, Maria, Chiniqua

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 blaze him
Brother, you're

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