Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

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

We been gettin' but I wanna take this jam back 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
Back in the Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam with them
Aight, bet but first I like introduce 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
on a garbage can, rhymin' to my man
Talkin' 'bout big money and future

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, bomb
like a cat when I'm trapped 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 on some new improved
I'm makin' moves, not moves
So don't you come around here talkin' that talk
Or walkin' walk, you'll get played like a sport

Football, soccer, whatever you
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 of skills that I got reigned for years
No worry or cares, your shed tears
'Hip-hip-hooray, he's back' yo, the cheers
Suckers, I'm forties of beers on the boulevard

Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein' said
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo uncle L, go
Yeah man, I wanna 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 punks to fold up
And the brothers start fleein' like it's a up

Some step but a few play me close
worry, 'cause the brother who cross me's gettin' burried
And the fool who to deal with another dose
I see to it in a hour the mutha is comatose

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

that speaker in the trash
Why's that? 'Cause Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a
Big Money Grip you get up
Farmers crew's in effect, we heard of a head up

Yo, yo, yo, it's kinda funky out on the boulevard, yo
Yeah, we livin' Chinese people in a bath, baby
Hi C there, man, yo, what's up? Hi C

Hi C on the scene, at last to bust a funky
More than a line on time I'm gettin' mine
underestimate the skill of a great one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, take none

Another funky rapper around the way
bodies at a party 'cause somebody gotta pay
Boy, you been told, put your lips on
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 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 will erupt through the of another
The Farmers crew never fall, that's word 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? member, 9 years ago, man
You know what I'm sayin'? Farmers Blvd.

Yo, I was kinda, I was kinda stagnant to on it
But yo, L, won't you, you sum it
All up for the people, aight, let me sum this up

Now you the brothers speakin'
'Bout the that we're from
Rhymes hittin', kickin', you can't get none
F A R M E R S the test
Marley 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 play you like 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