Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The Diaz Bros

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

Aiy, hey fuck the 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 Brothers

And we doin' this 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, all day para siempre
Brothers, stay caliente
Hot to death, when me and Wop the set

B.K. to B.X. lockin' it
(Yeah)
All y'all other be poppin' shit
But when we come the way I do the opposite
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 ain't stoppin' me
Sangalo, Toca,
Criminal, tremendo escandalo,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take this fuckin'
You why the fuckin' people love 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
bring it to any boriqua tierras
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 now with no problemo
Before I do a show, have my
I'm talkin' to all you

Yo, yo yo
My rhymes get spit like a
My nines get the clips with the
Five chips in my Movado
Doo Wop, spic Cubano

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

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

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