Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

Right now I'm 'bout to you how it's done, you can
Shut down yo, my Uzi a ton, you can
down and you can pump it in your system till it
Blow out whatever dog, no doubt, I'm to

Smack up, anybody who front he
don't he know I stay raw? this is
LL competition, they because I
Do this bringing drama and 'cuz I don't

Play that, and I be reepin' up cash
Way back put honey on my lap and make her
Heat up, got her beggin' me to it up
Raw dog, throw wacky on the floor, straight

Kill that, have her nuts until I
Spill that, you better play En Vogue and
Hold on, you wanna battle? Set it off
Come on, come one, on, come on

F, because my the best
A, I get my off all day
R, my block, knee all far
M, I gotta it down wit my man

E, big up to my E Love
R, keep the ill on the car
S, I it, what more can I say, son
Farmers what, what

Murder, little niggas gettin on the
Hot block, he got the chrome spinnin' up on
Linden, at the ice and leather, the way it
Blendin', pass the spit hot Linden from to

Mary, you think you hot, Cool Jane?
Here it, and it comes to this I'm not a
Soldier, I'm a General crack
I ya, I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga

What now, tell your man step up, watch he
Go down, game one, do or die
Bedside, nobody even comin' close,
Why try, from the to Shaolin to

Uptown, like buckshot nigga
Duck down, you play like En Vogue and
on, you know I'm goin' out nigga
Come on, come on, one, come on

F, because my the best
A, I get my off all day
R, my block, knee all far
M, I gotta hold it wit my man

E, big up to my E Love
R, the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, what can I say, son
Farmers what, what

No doubt, take your block and air it out, stay
Ice out, me and my man, Sharp in the
R, whole block, lined up wit all the
Hot cars, nigga, never be you gotta

Get paid, no matter I do, I keep it
Sexy me and my team cream on the
scene on Performance Boulevard out in
Killa Queens this knocked in the tunnel 'bout

One O clock, they like them raw, not the down
Hip hop the broad money and zay it
Don't stop niggas stumblin' and off a
Head when I'm goin' to Bedshaw

Remember me, I'm the greast MC could
be, you better call Def Jam, and tell 'em
Hold on, 'cuz major label told me
on, come on, come on, come on

F, my flavor's the best
A, I get my off all day
R, my block, knee all far
M, I hold it down wit my man

E, big up to my E Love
R, keep the ill on the car
S, I repped it, more can I say, son
Farmers what, farmers