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
Beat down and you can pump it in your till it
Blow out dog, no doubt, I'm bout to

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

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

that, have her garglin' nuts until I
Spill that, you better like En Vogue and
Hold on, you wanna Set it off baby
on, come one, come 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 nigga E
R, keep the ill on the car
S, I it, what more can I say, son
Farmers what, farmers

Murder, niggas gettin money on the
Hot block, he got the shit 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, Cool Jane?
it, and when it comes to this 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, even comin' close, nigga
Why try, from the Bronx to to

Uptown, like buckshot nigga
down, you better play like En Vogue and
Hold on, you I'm goin' out nigga
on, come on, come one, 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 nigga E
R, keep the ill 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, Little in the
Double R, block, lined up wit all the
Hot cars, nigga, never be afraid you

Get paid, no matter what I do, I it
Sexy me and my team spendin' on the
Club scene on Boulevard out in
Killa this joint knocked in the tunnel 'bout

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

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

F, my flavor's the best
A, I get my off all day
R, wreck my block, all far
M, I gotta hold it 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, farmers