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, y'all funky, yeah
Hey yo Marley, man, yo, up, man?
Hey yo man, you know we was gettin' on the album everyday

We been gettin' funky but I take this jam back to Farmers
You know what I'm 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 first I gotta like introduce it, you know what I'm
Aight, it

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

I always told the brothers, if I got a
the money started flowin', I'd be back
To do a jam, against all
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 and I break all laws
In a while all jaws 'cause I'm perfect, no

Now I'm to Farmers on some new improved
I'm makin' moves, not fakin'
So don't you come around here talkin' that talk
Or walkin' that walk, you'll get played like a

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

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

Funky, funky, rhymes bein' said here
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 somethin'

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

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

Boulevard, the place
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 speaker in the trash
that? 'Cause Gangster 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, 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
More than a line on time because I'm gettin'
Never the skill of a great one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, never none

Another funky rapper around the way
Leavin' bodies at a party 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 street they was in the past
Any punks on the block, yo, never could
And I feel sorry for a sucker I gained on
Any talker, yo, he's 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 heart of
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 kinda out here, yo I was
Yo, what's up? member, 9 years ago, man
You know what I'm Farmers Blvd. baby

Yo, I was kinda, I was stagnant to sleep 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 speakin'
'Bout the street that 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 before I you like Play Doh
I did a jam all odds
And it was to Farmers Blvd.

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