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 system it
out whatever dog, no doubt, I'm bout to

Smack up, who front like he
don't he know I stay raw? this is
LL competition, they because I
Do bringing drama and truth '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 wacky on the floor, straight

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

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

Mary, you think you hot, Jane? Ever
Here it, and when it comes to 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, then he
Go down, one, do or die like
Bedside, nobody even close, nigga
Why try, from the Bronx to 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 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, farmers

No doubt, I'll take your block and air it out,
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
Club scene on Boulevard out in
Queens this joint knocked in the tunnel 'bout

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

Remember me, I'm the greast MC could
Ever be, you better Def Jam, and tell 'em
on, 'cuz another major label told me
Come on, come on, 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, the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, more can I say, son
what, farmers what