Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The Diaz Bros

Okay Tony, to me
See two guys over there?
are the Diaz Brothers
They got the biggest distribution of
From New all the way to Tucson, Arizona
You know anything, fuck with them Tony
They will you underneath the fucking ground

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

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

Well, it's the rap Tito Fuente, de frente
my people, 'ju know mi gente
Yeah, everyday all day siempre
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 we come around the way I do the opposite
What's the deal with all that
On the real y'all need to jockin' we
KRS-One, here's, "My Philosophy"

Settin' it off, with my
If it over, it's about to be
And it damn sure ain't stoppin' me
Sangalo, Toca,
Criminal, escandalo, what?

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

Fuck that, come on, you a war?
You wit' Pain in Da Ass
You're fuckin' wit' the motherfucker
I'll stick 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, with Tone Toca, opposite of
Lots of Henny-lo and Coca
Blend tape hoe glock blowers

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

Poli' with chinks, the attraction, Wally's dyed pink
matchin', thug fashion, Thug Passion
Compliments of Don King, it's a Don
Fuck a drink, still schemein' on that charm
Chill son, put the toast, make a toast
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 at home
In we gotta put four up in your dome

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

Okay, it's the of the Jedi
Now me who the hell said I
Couldn't bring it to any boriqua
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 talkin' to all you

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

Who copped six and used to have the
Who got your main chain vicked at the
Where B. and Rakim would, "Follow, the Leader"
Many nights got my dick at the Fever
By any white or Pediqua, Maria, Chiniqua

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

You come and 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 fuckin' soft, man
They can't fuck me
I'll those fuckin' cock-a-roaches
Fuck you motherfucker, I don't a fuck