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 pump it in your till it
Blow out dog, no doubt, I'm bout to

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

that, and I be reepin' up cash since
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

Kill that, have her garglin' until I
Spill that, you better like 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 nigga E
R, keep the ill on the car
S, I it, what more can I say, son
Farmers what, farmers

Murder, little niggas money on the
Hot block, he got the chrome spinnin' up on
Linden, at the ice and leather, the way it
Blendin', the spit 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 crack
I told ya, I I'm the greatest rapper, nigga

What now, tell your man step up, then he
Go down, one, do or die like
Bedside, nobody even comin' close,
Why try, from the Bronx to to

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

No doubt, I'll your block and air it out, stay
Ice out, me and my man, Sharp in the
R, whole 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 Queens this joint in the tunnel 'bout

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

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

F, because my flavor's the
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, the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, what can I say, son
Farmers what, what