Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

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

We been gettin' funky but I wanna take this jam back to
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 day? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam them
Aight, bet but first I gotta introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

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

I always the brothers, if I got a contract
When the money flowin', I'd be back
To do a jam, against all
Introducing 1 from Farmers 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 break all
In a while all 'cause I'm perfect, no flaws

Now I'm to Farmers on some new improved
I'm makin' moves, not moves
So don't you come around here talkin' that talk
Or walkin' that walk, get played like a sport

Football, soccer, you savor
You're a and a pussycat, ready for labor
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 or cares, your crew'll shed tears
'Hip-hip-hooray, back' yo, save the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin' of beers on the boulevard

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

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

Some step but a few play me close
Never worry, 'cause the brother who me's gettin' burried
And the who wants to deal with another dose
I see to it in a hour that the 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? 'Cause Gangster Boogie the woofer a gash
Big Money makin' you get up
Farmers crew's in effect, we never of a head up

Yo, yo, yo, it's kinda funky out 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 a funky rhyme
More than a line on time because I'm gettin'
Never underestimate the skill of a one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, take none

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

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

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

Yo, yo, kinda funky 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 know what I'm Farmers Blvd. baby

Yo, I was kinda, I was kinda to sleep on it
But yo, L, won't you, you sum it
All up for the people, aight, let me sum this 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 doin' 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 against all
And it was to Farmers Blvd.

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