Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

Right now I'm 'bout to show you how 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 he know I stay raw? this is
LL competition, they fell I
Do this bringing drama and 'cuz I don't

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

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

F, my flavor's the best
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 repped it, what can I say, son
Farmers what, farmers

Murder, little 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, Jane? Ever
it, and when it comes to this I'm not a
Soldier, I'm a General King
I told ya, I proved I'm the greatest rapper,

What now, tell your man step up, then he
Go down, game one, do or die
Bedside, even comin' close, nigga
Why try, from the to Shaolin to

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

F, because my flavor's the
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, the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, what can I say, son
what, farmers 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 what I do, I it
Sexy me and my spendin' cream on the
Club scene on Boulevard out in
Killa Queens this knocked in the tunnel 'bout

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

Remember me, I'm the greast MC there
be, you better call Def Jam, and tell 'em
Hold on, 'cuz another major told me
on, come on, 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 gotta it down wit my man

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