Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 skills that I got reigned for
No worry or cares, your shed tears
'Hip-hip-hooray, he's back' yo, the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin' of beers on the boulevard

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

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

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

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

that speaker in the trash
Why's that? 'Cause 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 out here 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 to bust a funky rhyme
More than a line on time I'm gettin' mine
Never underestimate the skill of a one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, never take

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

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

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

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

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

Now you the brothers speakin'
'Bout the street we're from
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you can't get
F A R M E R S passin' the
Marley in the background doin' the rest

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

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