Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

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

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

Play that, and I be reepin' up cash
Way put your 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 garglin' until I
Spill that, you play like En Vogue and
Hold on, you wanna battle? Set it off
on, come one, come on, come on

F, because my flavor's the
A, I get my off all day
R, wreck my block, 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 it, what more can I say, son
what, farmers 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', the spit hot Linden from here to

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

What now, tell man step up, then watch he
Go down, one, do or die like
Bedside, nobody even close, nigga
Why try, the Bronx to Shaolin to

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

No doubt, I'll take your 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 spendin' on the
Club scene on Performance out in
Killa Queens this knocked in the tunnel 'bout

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

me, I'm the greast MC there could
Ever be, you better call Def Jam, and 'em
Hold on, 'cuz another label told me
Come on, come on, come on, 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 nigga E
R, keep the ill on the car
S, I it, what more can I say, son
what, farmers what