Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

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

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

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

F, because my the best
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 E Love
R, the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, more can I say, son
Farmers what, farmers

Murder, little niggas 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, Cool 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

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

Uptown, like said nigga
Duck down, you play like En Vogue and
Hold on, you I'm goin' out nigga
Come on, come on, come one, 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, the ill rims on the car
S, I it, what more can I say, son
Farmers what, what

No doubt, I'll take your block and air it out,
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 I do, I keep it
Sexy me and my team spendin' on the
Club scene on Performance out in
Killa this joint knocked in the tunnel 'bout

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

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

F, because my 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 nigga E
R, the ill rims on the car
S, I it, what more can I say, son
Farmers what, what