Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The Diaz Bros

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

Aiy, hey the Diaz Brothers, huh?
I those motherfuckers
Who the fuck is the Diaz
You come and step to me? Hey, 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 this just for you, yo yo
(What?)
we doin' this just for you, uh uh
(What?)
Said we it
Yeah, we it

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

B.K. to B.X. straight it
(Yeah)
All y'all other DJ's be poppin'
But we come around the way I do the opposite
What's the deal with all 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 ain't nuttin' me
Sangalo, Toca,
Criminal, tremendo escandalo,

Okay Tony, you're too far now
motherfuckers 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 wit' the best motherfucker
I'll stick your 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 to my dick
No chokers, exotic swingin' like Sosa
At the Copa, with Tone Toca, of sob-ah
Lots of Henny-lo and Cola
Blend tape hoe glock blowers

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

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

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

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

Okay, the Return of the Jedi
Now tell me who the said I
bring it to any boriqua tierras
From L.A. to N.Y. on the red eye
Toca, holdin' it on the M-I

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

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

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

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

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