Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make this work?
Man, got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers
And the prostitutes, yes, yes, that's funky, yeah
Hey yo Marley, man, yo, what's up,
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 them early MC's, you used to be kickin' it
Back in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam them
Aight, bet but first I gotta like introduce it, you what I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

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

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

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

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

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

Funky, funky, funky rhymes said here
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo uncle L, go
man, I wanna check out my man, Big Money Grip
Yo, what's up, man, 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' like a hold up

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

Boulevard, the place
Handin' me a mic is like givin' a 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 Gangster Boogie gave the 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 to bust 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

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

Spreadin' terror on the street like was in the past
Any punks on the block, yo, never last
And I never feel 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 time a sucker got ill and went out in a bag
Fear erupt through the heart of another
The Farmers crew will never fall, word to the mother

Yo, yo, it's funky out here, yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'all kinda out here, yo I was
Yo, up? Crew member, 9 years 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, let me sum this up

Now you the brothers speakin'
'Bout the street that we're
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you get none
F A R M E R S the test
Marley Marl in the 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 play you Play Doh
I did a jam against all
And it was dedicated to Blvd.

on to the beat, y'all
A beat, y'all, yes, yes
Y'all, you stop