Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make this thing
Man, we've got to get rid of the 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 busy on the album everyday

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

Back in the days I was Cool J
I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin' Games People
Sittin' on a garbage can, to my man
Talkin' 'bout big money and future

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 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 moves, not fakin' moves
So don't you never come here talkin' that talk
Or walkin' that walk, you'll get like a sport

Football, soccer, you savor
a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor
L'll have you breakin'
I'll have you 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, he's back' yo, save the
Suckers, I'm drinkin' forties of on the boulevard

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

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

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

Boulevard, the place
Handin' me a mic is like a chainsaw to Leather Face
MC's in an instant
At my side bustin' caps is T-Boogie, my

Throw speaker in the trash
Why's that? 'Cause Gangster Boogie the woofer a gash
Big Money Grip you get up
Farmers crew's in effect, we never of a head up

Yo, yo, yo, it's kinda out here 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'
underestimate the skill of a great one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, take none

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

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

At any party at my side is a Mag
One a sucker got ill and went out in a body bag
Fear will erupt the heart of another
The crew 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 kinda out here, yo I was
Yo, what's up? member, 9 years ago, man
You what I'm sayin'? Farmers Blvd. baby

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 heard the brothers
'Bout the street that we're
hittin', beats 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 against all
And it was to Farmers Blvd.

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