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

Smack up, anybody who like he
Hardcore don't he know I raw? this is
LL competition, they fell I
Do this drama 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 me to beat it up
Raw dog, throw your wacky on the floor,

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

Murder, little gettin 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 ya, I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga

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

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

F, because my the best
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 nigga E
R, keep the ill on the car
S, I repped it, what can I say, son
Farmers what, what

No doubt, take 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 what I do, I it
Sexy me and my team cream on the
Club on Performance Boulevard out in
Killa Queens this joint in the tunnel 'bout

One O clock, they them raw, not the watered down
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 better call Def Jam, and 'em
Hold on, 'cuz another major label me
on, come on, come on, come on

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