Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to this thing work?
Man, we've got to get rid of the pimps and the
And the prostitutes, yes, yes, y'all that's funky,
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 this jam back to Farmers
You know I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go back on Farmers
And get some of early MC's, you used to be kickin' it with
in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam with them
Aight, bet but first I like introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Funky, funky, funky rhymes said here
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo uncle L, go
Yeah man, I wanna check out my man, Big Grip
Yo, up, man, kick a little somethin'

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

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

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

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

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

Hi C on the scene, at last to bust a funky
More than a on time because I'm gettin' mine
Never the skill of a great one
The lord, shorts, never take none

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

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

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

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 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, let me sum this up

Now you heard the brothers
'Bout the street we're from
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you can't get
F A R M E R S passin' the
Marl 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 to Farmers Blvd.

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