Luyện nghe bài hát Underground Connection

What up, what up. Yeah, yeah. East coast, west coast, in the mothafuckin house.

(Hurricane G)
Hurricane G and the Delinquent Habits
And we ain't it (word)
So what, ni***? You wanna get buck, bring the
Cause we don't give a
What the f*ck? I what the f*ck?
What the f*ck? What the
Yeah,
Hurricane G comin through with the Delinques
For mi
This track Fuentes (???)
the spot makin sh*t caliente
Freakin them seats like Tito beatin drums
Flippin, flowin in different
all you mothaf*ckas sprung without givin up a chocho
My lyrics is enough to you loco, maric*n
My sh*t is like chicharron
F*ckin them seats up like
N****s shakin a** than strippers
For all my and n****s
I'm sellin records like thugs selling
Gettin mad
I bring it real
Sh*t is if, and I bang green for my skits (???)

(Chorus)
M*thaf*cka
I give a f*ck
You can bring the rock we can get
What, m*thaf*cka,
I give a f*ck
You can bring the we can get buck

I give a f*ck
You can bring the rock we can get
What, m*thaf*cka?
I don't a f*ck
You can bring the we can get buck

(Delinquent Habits)
Aiight turn down the bass start to up the treble
Put the music in my so I can check my levels
Tu no que es la mia venta my nachos clica (??)
Es los Delinquentes sin dog y la Boricua-da
I don't be braggin, that for your mom
But this collaboration here is da bomb
And house comes the party starts to sway, G
pumpin it, bumpin PMP days
Muy
Bring a cord on and when I it
C*ke ought to clean your leave your punk a** retarded
The one to the two to the delinquentes
Sing la G to yo' frentes
High as a
Es la capitan p*nga
With a fifth of Bacardi and a brain of m*ta
all the clica from the southside
And any f*ckin body who got brown
Take us back to the avenue mi mocho pa' mi
Con la Hurricane G y los Delinquentes
De Cubano que te deja pa' ampiado
down since '83, Divi es con mi hermano
I know you didn't think I would stop rolas
I gots to all the vatos and the cholas
So it to the neighborhood and spread it on the calle
Que es negro, no le vale madre

(Chorus)
what?
I don't a f*ck
You can bring the rock we can get
What,
Bring the
I don't a f*ck we can get buck
What,
Bring the
I don't give a we can get buck
What,
Bring the
I give a f*ck we can get buck

(Delinquent Habits)
The Latin season that's the reason
For all the that's on the table
The once again suggesting quick and fabled
I'm mics from mi Lunes to Domingo
Te
Te digo gringos' got my back the brindo
No mas o menos, simply stacks tracks
So set the back
Porque pega duro like a kick to your sack
Y si me en los ojos recojo puro respeto
Y las de mi boca empezaron enlocesos
Asi lo es homeboys, I'm puttin con mi clicas
Hurricane sin dogs, blowin out your speakers
Otra ves, ya lo ves, tres
the rock, that's how it is.
Cause we don't a f*ck

(Chorus)
M*thaf*cka
I don't a f*ck
You can bring the we can get buck
What,
the rock
I don't a f*ck we can get buck
What,
the rock
I don't a f*ck we can get buck
What,
the rock
I give a f*ck we can get buck

B*TCH!