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 gettin' funky but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers
You know I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go back on Farmers
And get some of them 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 I gotta like introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

Back in the before I was Cool J
I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin' People Play
Sittin' on a 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, against all
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 and I break all laws
In a while all jaws I'm perfect, no flaws

Now I'm to Farmers on some new improved
I'm makin' moves, not moves
So don't you never come 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 locks
I'll you cookin' fried rice in a big steel box

The of skills 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 said here
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo uncle L, go
Yeah man, I check out my man, Big Money Grip
Yo, what's up, man, a little somethin'

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

Some step aside but a few me close
Never worry, 'cause the brother who cross gettin' burried
And the fool who wants to deal with another
I see to it in a hour the mutha is comatose

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

Throw speaker in the trash
Why's that? 'Cause Gangster Boogie the woofer a gash
Big Money Grip you get up
Farmers in effect, we never 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 to bust a funky rhyme
More than a line on time because I'm gettin'
Never underestimate the of a great one
The lord, shorts, never take none

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

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

At any Farmers party at my is a Mag
One a sucker got ill and went out in a body bag
Fear erupt through the heart of another
The Farmers will never fall, that's word 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 stagnant 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
'Bout the street that we're
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 before I play you like Play Doh
I did a jam against all
And it was to Farmers Blvd.

on to the beat, y'all
A beat, y'all, yes, yes
Y'all, you stop