Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

Hey man, don't you in order for us to make this thing work?
Man, got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers
And the prostitutes, yes, yes, that's funky, yeah
Hey yo Marley, man, yo, up, man?
Hey yo man, you we was gettin' busy on the album everyday

We been gettin' funky but I wanna take this jam back to
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 them
Aight, bet but I gotta like introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

Back in the before I was Cool J
I to hang up on the corner, pumpin' Games People Play
Sittin' on a can, rhymin' to my man
'bout big money and future plans

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

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

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

Football, soccer, you savor
You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for
L'll you breakin' locks
have you cookin' fried rice in a big steel box

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

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

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

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

Farmers Boulevard, the
Handin' me a mic is like a chainsaw to Leather Face
Smokin' MC's in an
At my side bustin' caps is T-Boogie, my

Throw that in the trash
Why's that? 'Cause Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a
Big Money Grip you get up
Farmers crew's in effect, we never of a head up

Yo, yo, yo, kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo
Yeah, we livin' Chinese people in a Turkish bath,
Hi C over there, man, yo, 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 the skill of a great one
The lord, shorts, never take none

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 full of gold

Spreadin' terror on the street they was in the past
Any punks on the block, yo, could last
And I feel sorry for a sucker I gained on
Any slick talker, yo, bound to get rained on

At any Farmers at my side is a Mag
One time a sucker got ill and out in a body bag
Fear will erupt through the 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, kinda funky out here, yo I was
Yo, what's up? member, 9 years ago, man
You what I'm sayin'? Farmers Blvd. baby

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

Now you heard the brothers
'Bout the street that we're
Rhymes hittin', kickin', you can't get none
F A R M E R S the test
Marley Marl in the background 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 play you like 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