Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The Diaz Bros

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

Aiy, hey fuck the Brothers, huh?
I bury motherfuckers
Who the is the Diaz 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 doin' this for you, yo yo
(What?)
we doin' this just for you, uh uh
(What?)
Said we it
Yeah, we it

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

B.K. to B.X. straight it
(Yeah)
All other DJ's be poppin' shit
But when we around the way I do the opposite
What's the deal 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, about to be
And it damn sure ain't nuttin' me
Sangalo, Toca,
Criminal, escandalo, what?

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

Fuck that, come on, you a war?
You wit' Pain in Da Ass
fuckin' wit' the best 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, drop to my dick
No chokers, exotic shit swingin' like
At the Copa, with Toca, opposite of sob-ah
Lots of Henny-lo and Cola
Blend tape hoe tre-eight blowers

Heavyweight holders, got every state up
broke? Nah, pockets Al Roker
Budget like Trinidad and De La
September 18th, Mixtape Kingz up in the ring
Grey minks, turntables hangin' on

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

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

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

Okay, it's the Return of the
Now tell me who the said I
bring it to any boriqua tierras
L.A. back 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
I do a show, have my dinero
I'm to all you pendejos

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

Who copped six and to have the milano
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 white black or Pediqua, Maria,

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

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