Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make this thing
Man, we've got to get rid of the pimps and the
And the prostitutes, yes, yes, y'all funky, yeah
Hey yo Marley, man, yo, what's up,
Hey yo man, you know we was gettin' busy on the album

We been funky but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers
You know I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go back on Farmers
And get some of them MC's, you used to be kickin' it with
Back in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam with
Aight, bet but I gotta like introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

Back in the days before I was J
I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin' Games Play
on a garbage can, rhymin' to my man
Talkin' big money and future plans

I always the brothers, if I got a contract
the money started flowin', I'd be back
To do a jam, against all
Introducing rapper 1 from Blvd.

Hey yo, B O M B, bomb
Attack like a cat when I'm trapped and I'm in
Sharp ass and I break all laws
In a while all jaws I'm perfect, no flaws

Now I'm back to Farmers on new improved
I'm makin' moves, not fakin'
So don't you never come around here talkin' talk
Or walkin' that walk, you'll get played like a

Football, soccer, whatever you
You're a tramp and a pussycat, for labor
L'll have you breakin'
I'll have you fried rice in a big steel box

The type of that I got reigned for years
No worry or cares, your crew'll tears
'Hip-hip-hooray, he's back' yo, the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin' forties of on the boulevard

Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein' said
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo uncle L, go
man, I wanna check out my man, Big Money Grip
Yo, what's up, man, a little somethin'

out the can and slam
Summertime, C I A into the jam
for the mic and the punks start to fold up
And the start fleein' like it's a hold up

Some step but a few play me close
Never worry, the brother who cross me's gettin' burried
And the fool who wants to with another dose
I see to it in a hour that the mutha is

Boulevard, the place
Handin' me a mic is givin' a chainsaw to Leather Face
MC's in an instant
At my side bustin' is T-Boogie, my assistant

Throw that in the trash
that? 'Cause Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a gash
Big Money Grip you get up
Farmers crew's in effect, we heard of a head up

Yo, yo, yo, it's kinda funky out on the boulevard, yo
Yeah, we livin' people in a Turkish bath, baby
Hi C there, man, yo, what's up? Hi C

Hi C on the scene, at last to bust a rhyme
than a line on time because I'm gettin' mine
Never underestimate the skill of a one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, never take

Another funky from around the way
Leavin' at a party 'cause somebody gotta pay
Boy, you been told, put lips on hold
All you remember is a barrel and a mouth of gold

Spreadin' terror on the street they was in the past
Any punks on the block, yo, never last
And I feel sorry for a sucker I gained on
Any slick talker, yo, bound to get rained on

At any Farmers party at my is a Mag
One a sucker got ill and went out in a body bag
Fear will erupt the heart of another
The Farmers crew will never fall, that's to the mother

Yo, yo, it's funky out here, yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'all kinda out here, yo I was
Yo, up? Crew member, 9 years ago, man
You know what I'm Farmers Blvd. baby

Yo, I was kinda, I was kinda to sleep on it
But yo, L, you, won't you sum it
All up for the people, aight? aight, let me sum up

Now you heard the speakin'
'Bout the that we're from
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you can't get
F A R M E R S the test
Marley Marl in the doin' the rest

Do re mi fa so la ti do, do ti la so fa mi re do,
Get up out my face before I you like Play Doh
I did a jam all odds
And it was to Farmers Blvd.

Keep on to the beat,
A beat, y'all, yes, yes
Y'all, you don't