Luyện nghe bài hát Underground Connection

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

(Hurricane G)
Hurricane G and the m*thaf*ckin Delinquent
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 said what the
What the f*ck? What the
Yeah,
Hurricane G through with the Tres Delinques
For mi
track with Fuentes (???)
Blowin the spot makin caliente
Freakin them seats like Tito beatin drums
Flippin, in different tongues
Leavin all you sprung without givin up a chocho
My lyrics is enough to you loco, maric*n
My is phat like chicharron
F*ckin them up like Rome
N****s shakin more a** 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)
what?
I give a f*ck
You can bring the we can get buck
What, m*thaf*cka,
I don't a f*ck
You can bring the rock we can get

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

(Delinquent Habits)
Aiight down the bass start to kickin up the treble
Put the music in my earphones so I can check my
Tu no sabes que es la mia my nachos clica (??)
Es los Tres Delinquentes sin dog y la
I don't be braggin, drama's for your mom
But this collaboration here is da bomb
And house comes the party starts to sway, G
Brownstyles pumpin it, PMP days
Muy
Bring a cord on and I snort it
C*ke to clean your crock leave your punk a** retarded
The one to the two to the three
la Hurricane G to yo' frentes
High as a
Es la capitan p*nga
a fifth of Bacardi and a brain full of m*ta
Representin all the clica from the
And any f*ckin who got brown pride
Take us back to the avenue mi pa' mi gente
Con la Hurricane G y los vatos
De Cubano marijuano que te pa' ampiado
Been down since '83, es con mi hermano
I know you didn't think I would makin rolas
I gots to entertain all the and the cholas
So take it to the neighborhood and spread it on the
Que es perro negro, no le madre

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

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

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

B*TCH!