Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to this thing work?
Man, we've got to get rid of the pimps and the
And the prostitutes, yes, yes, y'all funky, yeah
Hey yo Marley, man, yo, up, man?
Hey yo man, you know we was busy on the album everyday

We been funky but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers
You what I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go back 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 with
Aight, bet but first I gotta like it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

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

I always told the brothers, if I got a
When the money started flowin', I'd be
To do a jam, all odds
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 claws and I break all
In a all jaws '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 around here that talk
Or walkin' that walk, you'll get played like a

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

The type of skills 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 drinkin' of beers on the boulevard

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

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

Some aside but a few play me close
worry, 'cause the brother who cross me's gettin' burried
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 that speaker in the
Why's that? 'Cause Boogie gave the woofer a gash
Big Money makin' you get up
Farmers in effect, we never heard of a head up

Yo, yo, yo, kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo
Yeah, we livin' Chinese 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 mine
Never the skill of a great one
The lord, shorts, never take none

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

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

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

Yo, yo, it's funky out here, yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, kinda funky out here, yo I was
Yo, what's up? Crew member, 9 ago, man
You know what I'm sayin'? Blvd. baby

Yo, I was kinda, I was kinda stagnant to 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 we're from
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you get none
F A R M E R S passin' the
Marley Marl in the background the rest

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

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