Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The Diaz Bros

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

Aiy, hey fuck the Diaz Brothers,
I bury those
Who the is the Diaz Brothers?
You come and 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 Brothers bitch

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

Well, it's the rap Tito Fuente, 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. straight it
(Yeah)
All y'all other DJ's be shit
But we come around the way I do the opposite
What's the deal with all hypocrisy?
On the real need to stop 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, you're too far now
These motherfuckers kill you
They'll cut off fuckin' testicles
And shove it up your ass

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

Yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo
On some Prodigy shit, chain to my dick
No chokers, exotic shit swingin' like
At the Copa, with Tone Toca, opposite of
Lots of Henny-lo and Cola
Blend tape hoe glock tre-eight

Heavyweight holders, got state sewed up
Niggaz broke? Nah, pockets Al
like Trinidad and De La Hoya
September 18th, Mixtape Kingz walk up in the
Grey minks, 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 most, Puerto Rican, "Rae' and Ghost"

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

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

Okay, it's the of the Jedi
Now tell me who the hell I
Couldn't 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 vogue now no problemo
Before I do a show, have my
I'm to all you pendejos

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

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

Had 'em all player, 'em and played 'em
You 'em and date 'em
Gave 'em an
Talk that kid Wop, I hate him
So cut him off or I'ma him
Brother, soft

You come and to me? Hey, fuck you
Those guys fuckin' talk too much
All they about is fuckin' pussy and drinking
The booze, and the
I got guys fuckin' soft, man
They fuck with me
I'll those fuckin' cock-a-roaches
Fuck you motherfucker, I give a fuck