Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

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

Smack up, anybody who like he
Hardcore don't he know I stay this is
LL competition, fell because I
Do this bringing drama and truth I don't

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

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

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 crack King
I ya, I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga

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

Uptown, like buckshot nigga
Duck down, you better play En Vogue and
Hold on, you know I'm out nigga
Come on, come on, 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, 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, Sharp 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 spendin' on the
Club scene on Performance out in
Killa this joint knocked in the tunnel 'bout

One O clock, like them raw, not the watered down
Hip hop the money and alah zay it
Don't stop 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
Hold on, another major label told me
Come on, come on, 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 hold it 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, what