Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

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

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

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

Kill that, her garglin' nuts until I
Spill that, you better play En Vogue and
Hold on, you wanna Set it off baby
Come on, one, come 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 E Love
R, the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, what can I say, son
Farmers what, what

Murder, little gettin money on the
Hot block, he got the chrome shit 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 Jane?
Here it, and when it to this I'm not a
Soldier, I'm a General King
I ya, I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga

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

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

F, because my flavor's the
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, keep the ill on the car
S, I repped it, 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 you gotta

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

One O clock, they like them raw, not the watered
Hip hop the money and alah zay it
stop niggas 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, come on, on, come on

F, because my 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
what, farmers what