Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

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

Smack up, who front 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 reepin' up cash
Way back put your on my lap and make her
Heat up, got her beggin' me to it up
Raw dog, throw your wacky on the floor,

that, have her garglin' nuts until I
Spill that, you better play like En and
Hold on, you battle? Set it off baby
Come on, 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 E Love
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 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 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 comin' close, nigga
Why try, from the to Shaolin to

Uptown, buckshot said 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, 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 repped it, more can I say, son
what, farmers what

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, be afraid you gotta

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

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

Remember me, I'm the greast MC there
Ever be, you call Def Jam, and tell 'em
Hold on, 'cuz another major 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, the ill rims on the car
S, I it, what more can I say, son
what, farmers what