Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

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

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

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

Kill that, have her garglin' until I
that, you better play like En Vogue and
Hold on, you battle? Set it off baby
on, come one, come on, come on

F, because my flavor's the
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 nigga E
R, keep the ill on the car
S, I repped it, what can I say, son
what, farmers what

Murder, niggas gettin money 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 from here to

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

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

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

F, because my flavor's the
A, I get my off all day
R, wreck my block, 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 repped it, what can I say, son
what, farmers what

No doubt, I'll take your block and air it out,
Ice out, me and my man, Little in the
Double R, block, lined up wit all the
Hot cars, nigga, never be afraid you

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

One O clock, they like raw, not the watered down
Hip hop the broad and alah zay it
Don't stop stumblin' and fallin' off a
ride when I'm goin' to Bedshaw

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

F, my flavor's 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 nigga E
R, the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, more can I say, son
what, farmers what