Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

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

Back in the days I was Cool J
I used to up on the corner, pumpin' 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 money flowin', I'd be back
To do a jam, all odds
rapper 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 claws and I break all
In a while all jaws 'cause I'm perfect, no

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

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

The of skills that I got reigned for years
No worry or cares, your crew'll shed
'Hip-hip-hooray, he's yo, save the cheers
Suckers, I'm forties 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, what's up, man, kick a little

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

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

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

Throw that speaker in the
Why's that? Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a gash
Big Money Grip 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 Chinese people in a Turkish bath, baby
Hi C there, man, yo, what's 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, never take

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

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 sucker I on
Any slick talker, yo, he's bound to get on

At any Farmers party at my is a Mag
One time a sucker got ill and went out in a bag
Fear will through the heart of another
The crew 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 kinda out here, yo I was
Yo, what's up? Crew member, 9 ago, man
You what 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? aight, let me sum up

Now you heard the brothers
the street that we're from
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you can't get
F A R M E R S the test
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 face before I 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 stop