Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

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

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

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

Kill that, her garglin' nuts until I
Spill that, you better play like En and
Hold on, you wanna Set it off baby
on, come one, come on, come 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 E Love
R, keep the ill on the car
S, I it, what more can I say, son
what, farmers what

Murder, little niggas gettin on the
Hot block, he got the chrome 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, Cool Jane?
Here it, and when it comes to I'm not a
Soldier, I'm a crack King
I told ya, I proved I'm the greatest rapper,

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 said nigga
Duck down, you play like 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 nigga E
R, the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, more can I say, son
Farmers what, farmers

No doubt, I'll take block and air it out, stay
Ice out, me and my man, Little in the
Double R, whole block, 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 cream on the
Club on Performance Boulevard out in
Killa this joint knocked in the tunnel 'bout

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

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