Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Harlem

ah where's up
(Speaking Spanish)

Touch]
it's Toca, the one that's got you screamin "Esta loca"
dalle Is my mic Leggo my Eggo
Harlem all the way to san diego
make it
you know, like yayo
i set my product, that shit's far from the
mantequilla not oh senso mia
cocoa brovaz, hurricane, mida
ton sound doofy eatin fajitas
chillin in the b-boy
in my
senoritas be screaming Buenos Dias
rock by now you know the steelo
mi correo gets down on the leelo
tahino indians welcome to my
pop in the CD and let's get
(Speaking spanish)
boriquia, about to pass it off to the

It's the el
tell your where's the hydro
if the chocolito make my low
BC a tomb bab me and my man
trying to double our ends with the el
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
undressin me, about sexin me
I (?)

blazing, lingo with this bingo
who got hot making the peicos out in santo
el socio, used to go to the
every weekend on chulas, he was beatin
but on the streets of harlem the grand concourse
he had to force a loco, with amigos he to boss
a dios mios, just like el (?)

[Tek, (Steele)]
harlem got the pace in it (boogie, boogie got the in it)
crooklyn on takin it (queens cats been making it)

i do for my soldiers in the streets
who stand to toast with the cousin asleep
making illegal
world-wide
forced up a change like the smif-n-wessun
see me coming and my nigga clef too
or the 650 blowing up the Tomb
mobb beats to protect slaying your bite
like a killing, over-dealing for the pearly

G]
blows your mother fucking roof
it be g, subwoofin out ya asshole
from first staff, up through parks from the
they better stand though and my niggaz up in harlem
who don't give a fuck and my box stuck up tribal
the hydro, cause we gonna keep it live all night yo
yeah one love to my fam in boriquia
my emanitos up trees
112 keys barking up puerto rican queens
smacking all and beans
and you know my emanitas keep it
in timboso hills
all my pitycitas who ain't around
sontaras holdin down for the crown
touch, cocoa brovaz and i
keep the all high
no
if he CPR in the mother house
i'm about crazy puerto ricans
who
a few is busted because I see them leaking
freaking, because I be frying bitches up like fritos
for my 5
Yo, yeah word up and if you can't get wit it kiss my a*s
but your, on thea real I say one love and rest in peace
to my nigga from 112
big up Projects
jefferson in the
an the spanish harlem
up one love to the barrio, cocoa brovaz, tony touch and hurricane g
peace daycoro song
uh what yeah
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