Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Harlem

ah where's up
(Speaking Spanish)

[Tony
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, movin yayo
i set my product, that far from the palace
mantequilla not oh senso mia
cocoa brovaz, hurricane, mida
ton touch sound doofy eatin
in the b-boy stance
in my
while senoritas be screaming Dias
rock steady by now you the steelo
mi correo still gets down on the
tahino indians welcome to my
pop in the CD and get freaky
(Speaking spanish)
boriquia, about to it off to the rasta

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

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

[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 this for my in the streets
who stand toast to with the cousin asleep
making illegal
world-wide
forced up a like the name smif-n-wessun
see me coming through and my clef too
or the 650 up the Grant's Tomb
mobb beats to protect slaying street bite
like a killing, for the pearly white

G]
blows down your fucking roof
it be g, subwoofin out ya asshole
first staff, up through parks from the heart
they better stand and my niggaz up in spanish harlem
who don't a fuck and my box stuck cutting up tribal
the hydro, cause we gonna keep it live all night yo
yeah one love to my fam in boriquia
my emanitos sparking up
112 buddah keys barking up rican queens
all rice and beans
and you know my keep it real
in timboso high
all my who ain't fucking around
sontaras shit down for the crown
touch, cocoa brovaz and i
keep the all high
no
if he CPR in the mother fucking
i'm talking about puerto ricans
who
a few heads is busted because I see them
freaking, because I be frying bitches up like hoochie
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 wanna say one love and in peace
to my Bridge from 112
big up Johnson
in the house
an the whole harlem
word up one love to the barrio, cocoa brovaz, touch and hurricane g
peace song papi
uh yeah yeah
uh uh