Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The Diaz Bros

Okay Tony, to me
See those two guys over
Those are the Diaz
They got the biggest of mixtapes
From New all the way to Tucson, Arizona
You know anything, don't with them Tony
They will stick you underneath the ground

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

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

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

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

Settin' it off, with my
If it ain't over, it's to be
And it sure ain't nuttin' stoppin' me
Sangalo, Toca,
Criminal, tremendo escandalo,

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

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

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

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

Poli' chinks, the main 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 away the toast, make a
To the hated most, Rican, "Rae' and Ghost"

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

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

Okay, it's the Return of the
Now me who the hell 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, my dinero
I'm talkin' to all you

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

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

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 fuckin' talk too much
All they concerned about is fuckin' pussy and
The booze, and the
I got those fuckin' soft, man
They can't with me
I'll those fuckin' cock-a-roaches
Fuck you motherfucker, I don't a fuck