Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Harlem

ah everybody up
(Speaking Spanish)

Touch]
it's Tony Toca, the one got you screamin "Esta loca"
dalle Is my mic Leggo my Eggo
Harlem all the way to san diego
make it
you know, like movin
i set my product, that shit's far the palace
mantequilla not manteco oh mia
cocoa brovaz, hurricane, mida
ton sound doofy eatin fajitas
in the b-boy stance
in my
while senoritas be Buenos Dias
rock steady by now you know the
mi correo still gets down on the
tahino welcome to my teepi
pop in the CD and get freaky
(Speaking spanish)
boriquia, to pass it off to the rasta

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

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

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

i do this for my soldiers in the
who stand toast to with the cousin asleep
making illegal
connections
forced up a like the name smif-n-wessun
see me coming and my nigga clef too
or the 650 up the Grant's Tomb
mobb beats to slaying your street bite
like a killing, over-dealing for the pearly

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