Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Harlem

ah where's up
(Speaking Spanish)

[Tony
Tony 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, shit's far from the palace
mantequilla not manteco oh mia
brovaz, hurricane, mida mida
ton touch sound doofy eatin
in the b-boy stance
in my
while be screaming Buenos Dias
steady by now you know the steelo
mi correo still gets on the leelo
indians welcome to my teepi
pop in the CD and let's get
(Speaking spanish)
boriquia, about to pass it off to the

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

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

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

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

G]
blows down your fucking roof
it be hurricane g, subwoofin out ya
from staff, up through parks from the heart
they better stand though and my niggaz up in spanish
who give a fuck and my box stuck cutting up tribal
forget the hydro, cause we gonna keep it all night yo
yeah one love to my fam in land
my sparking up trees
112 buddah keys barking up puerto rican
all rice and beans
and you know my keep it real
in high hills
all my pitycitas who ain't fucking
holdin shit down for the crown
tony touch, cocoa and i
the body all high
no
if he CPR in the mother house
i'm about crazy puerto ricans
who
a few heads is busted because I see them
freaking, because I be bitches up like hoochie fritos
for my 5
Yo, yeah word up and if you can't get wit it then my a*s
but your, on thea I wanna say one love and rest in peace
to my nigga Bridge 112
big up Johnson
in the house
an the whole spanish
word up one to the barrio, cocoa brovaz, tony touch and hurricane g
peace song papi
uh what yeah
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