Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

Hey man, don't you realize in 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, up, man?
Hey yo man, you we was gettin' busy on the album everyday

We been gettin' funky but I wanna take this jam to Farmers
You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go back on
And get some of them early MC's, you to be kickin' it with
in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam with them
Aight, bet but first I gotta like it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

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

I told the brothers, if I got a contract
When the 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 like a cat when I'm and I'm closed in
Sharp ass and I break all laws
In a while all 'cause 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 talkin' that
Or walkin' that walk, you'll get played like a

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

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

Funky, funky, funky rhymes said here
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo uncle L, 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
Reach for the mic and the start to fold up
And the start fleein' like it's a hold up

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

Farmers Boulevard, the
Handin' me a mic is like givin' a chainsaw to Leather
Smokin' in an instant
At my side caps is T-Boogie, my assistant

Throw that in the trash
that? 'Cause Gangster Boogie gave 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 kinda out here on the boulevard, yo
Yeah, we Chinese people in a Turkish bath, baby
Hi C there, man, yo, what's up? Hi C

Hi C on the scene, at last to a funky rhyme
More than a on time because I'm gettin' mine
Never the skill of a great one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, never take

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

Spreadin' terror on the like they was in the past
Any punks on the block, yo, could last
And I never feel sorry for a I gained on
Any talker, yo, he's bound 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
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, y'all funky out here, yo I was
Yo, what's up? Crew member, 9 ago, man
You what I'm sayin'? Farmers 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 brothers
'Bout the street we're from
Rhymes hittin', kickin', you can't get none
F A R M E R S passin' the
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 before I 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