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, y'all funky, yeah
Hey yo Marley, man, yo, what's up,
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 what I'm sayin'? Yo, go back on Farmers
And get some of them early MC's, you to be kickin' it with
Back in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam them
Aight, bet but first I like introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

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

I always told the brothers, if I got a
When the money flowin', I'd be back
To do a jam, against all
Introducing rapper 1 from Blvd.

Hey yo, B O M B, bomb
Attack like a cat when I'm trapped and I'm in
Sharp ass claws and I all laws
In a while all jaws 'cause I'm perfect, no

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

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

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

Funky, funky, rhymes bein' said 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 punks start to up
And the brothers start fleein' it's a hold up

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

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

Throw that speaker in the
Why's that? 'Cause Gangster Boogie the woofer a gash
Big Money Grip you get up
crew's in effect, we never heard of a head up

Yo, yo, yo, it's funky 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 last to a funky rhyme
More than a line on time because I'm gettin'
underestimate the skill of a great one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, never take

Another funky rapper from 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' terror on the street like was in the past
Any on the block, yo, never could last
And I feel sorry for a sucker I gained on
Any talker, yo, he's bound to get rained on

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

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 sayin'? 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 speakin'
'Bout the that we're from
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you 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 to Farmers Blvd.

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