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 and the pushers
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 know I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go back on Farmers
And get some of early MC's, you used to be kickin' it with
Back in the Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam with them
Aight, bet but first I gotta 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, Games People Play
Sittin' on a can, rhymin' to my man
Talkin' 'bout big money and plans

I always told the brothers, if I got a
When the money started flowin', I'd be
To do a jam, against all
Introducing rapper 1 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 'cause I'm perfect, no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Throw speaker in the trash
that? 'Cause Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a gash
Big Grip makin' you get up
crew's in effect, we never heard 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 over there, man, yo, up? Hi C

Hi C on the scene, at last to a funky rhyme
More than a line on time I'm gettin' mine
underestimate the skill of a great one
The lord, shorts, never take none

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 mouth of gold

Spreadin' on the street like they was in the past
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 Farmers at my side is a Mag
One a sucker got ill and went out in a body bag
Fear will erupt the heart of another
The Farmers crew will never fall, that's word to the

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? Crew member, 9 ago, man
You know what I'm 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 from
hittin', beats kickin', you can't get none
F A R M E R S passin' the
Marl 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 dedicated to Blvd.

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