Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make thing 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, up, man?
Hey yo man, you know we was gettin' on the album everyday

We been gettin' funky but I wanna this jam back to Farmers
You know what I'm Yo, let's go back on Farmers
And get of them 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 like introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

Back in the days I was Cool J
I used to hang up on the corner, Games People Play
Sittin' on a 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 rapper 1 Farmers Blvd.

Hey yo, B O M B, bomb
like a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in
Sharp ass and I break all laws
In a while all '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 around here talkin' that talk
Or walkin' walk, you'll get played like a sport

Football, soccer, whatever you
You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for
have you breakin' locks
I'll you cookin' fried 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 back' yo, the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin' forties of on the boulevard

Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein' 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 little

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 it's a up

Some step aside but a few 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 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 in the trash
Why's that? 'Cause Gangster gave the woofer a gash
Big Money makin' 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 a funky rhyme
than a line on time because I'm gettin' mine
Never underestimate the skill of a one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, never take

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

Spreadin' terror on the street like they was in the
Any punks on the block, yo, never could
And I never feel sorry for a I gained 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 out in a body bag
Fear will 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, y'all funky out here, yo I was
Yo, what's up? member, 9 years ago, man
You know I'm sayin'? Farmers Blvd. baby

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 heard the speakin'
'Bout the street that we're
hittin', beats kickin', you can't get none
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 before I 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