Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

Hey man, you realize in order for us to make 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, 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, let's go on Farmers
And get of them early MC's, you used to be kickin' it with
Back in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam with
Aight, bet but first I gotta like introduce it, you know I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

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

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

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

Now I'm back to Farmers on new improved
I'm moves, not fakin' moves
So don't you never come around here that talk
Or that 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' fried in a big steel box

The type of that I got reigned for years
No worry or cares, crew'll shed tears
'Hip-hip-hooray, back' yo, save the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin' forties of 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, what's up, man, a little somethin'

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

Some step aside but a few me close
worry, 'cause the brother who cross 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 Face
MC's in an instant
At my bustin' caps is T-Boogie, my assistant

Throw speaker in the trash
Why's that? 'Cause Gangster gave the woofer a gash
Big Grip 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 Chinese people in a Turkish bath, baby
Hi C over there, man, yo, up? Hi C

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

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

Spreadin' terror on the street like was in the past
Any on the block, yo, never could last
And I never feel sorry for a sucker I 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 out in a body bag
Fear will erupt through the of another
The Farmers crew will never fall, word to the mother

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 sayin'? Farmers Blvd.

Yo, I was kinda, I was kinda 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 the brothers speakin'
'Bout the street that 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 before 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 stop