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 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 know we was busy on the album everyday

We been gettin' funky but I wanna take this jam to Farmers
You know I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go back on Farmers
And get some of them early MC's, you to be kickin' it with
Back in the 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 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' 'bout big money and future

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

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

Now I'm back to Farmers on some new
I'm moves, not fakin' moves
So don't you never come 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 you cookin' fried rice in a big steel box

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

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

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

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

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

Throw that speaker in the
Why's 'Cause Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a gash
Big Money makin' 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' people in a Turkish bath, baby
Hi C over there, man, yo, up? Hi C

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, it's kinda 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 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? aight, let me sum up

Now you heard the brothers
'Bout the that we're from
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you get none
F A R M E R S passin' the
Marley Marl in the background doin' the

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

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