Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

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

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

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

that, have her garglin' nuts until I
Spill that, you better play like En and
Hold on, you wanna 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 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

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 spit hot Linden from to

Mary, you think you hot, Jane? Ever
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 your man step up, then he
Go down, one, do or die like
Bedside, nobody comin' close, nigga
Why try, from the to Shaolin to

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

F, because my flavor's the
A, I get my off all day
R, my block, knee 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
what, farmers what

No doubt, I'll take 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
scene on Performance Boulevard out in
Killa Queens this knocked in the tunnel 'bout

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

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

F, because my flavor's the
A, I get my off all day
R, my block, knee 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, more can I say, son
Farmers what, farmers