Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

Right now I'm 'bout to show you how done, you can
down yo, my Uzi weights 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 he know I stay raw? this is
LL competition, they fell I
Do this bringing drama and truth I don't

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

Kill that, have her garglin' until I
Spill that, you better play like En and
Hold on, you battle? Set it off baby
on, come one, come on, come on

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

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', pass the spit hot Linden here to

Mary, you think you hot, Cool Jane?
Here it, and when it to this I'm not a
Soldier, I'm a General King
I told ya, I I'm the greatest rapper, nigga

now, tell your man step up, then watch he
Go down, game one, do or die
Bedside, nobody even 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
on, come on, come one, come on

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

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 you gotta

Get paid, no matter I do, I keep it
me and my team spendin' cream on the
Club scene on Performance out in
Killa Queens 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 stumblin' and off a
Head when I'm goin' to Bedshaw

Remember me, I'm the greast MC there
Ever be, you better call Def Jam, and 'em
Hold on, 'cuz another major told me
on, come 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 nigga E
R, the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, more can I say, son
what, farmers what