Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The Diaz Bros

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

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

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

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

B.K. to B.X. lockin' it
(Yeah)
All other DJ's be poppin' shit
But when we around the way I do the opposite
What's the with all that hypocrisy?
On the real y'all need to stop 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, tremendo escandalo,

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

Fuck that, come on, you want a
You fuckin' wit' in Da Ass
You're fuckin' wit' the 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 Tone Toca, opposite of
Lots of and Coca Cola
Blend tape hoe glock tre-eight

Heavyweight holders, got every state up
Niggaz Nah, pockets Al Roker
like Trinidad and De La Hoya
September 18th, Kingz walk up in the ring
Grey minks, turntables on links

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

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

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

Okay, the Return of the Jedi
Now me who the hell said I
bring 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 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 with the hollows
Five carat chips in my
Doo Wop, half Cubano

Who six and used 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 or Pediqua, Maria, Chiniqua

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

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