Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

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

We gettin' funky but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers
You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, 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 first I gotta like introduce it, you know what I'm
Aight, it

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

I always told the brothers, if I got a
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 a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in
ass claws and I break all laws
In a all jaws 'cause I'm perfect, no flaws

Now I'm to Farmers on some 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 locks
I'll you cookin' fried rice in a big steel box

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

Funky, funky, rhymes bein' said here
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo L, let's 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 step the jam
Reach for the mic and the punks to fold up
And the brothers start like it's a hold up

Some step aside but a few play me
worry, 'cause 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 mutha is

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, kinda funky out here 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 funky
More than a on time because I'm gettin' mine
Never underestimate the skill of a one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, take none

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

Spreadin' terror on the 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 slick talker, yo, he's bound to get on

At any Farmers party at my is a Mag
One a sucker got ill and went out in a body bag
Fear will erupt the heart of another
The Farmers will never fall, that's word to the mother

Yo, yo, kinda funky out here, yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'all funky out here, yo I was
Yo, up? Crew member, 9 years ago, man
You know what I'm 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? aight, let me sum up

Now you heard the brothers
'Bout the that we're from
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you can't get
F A R M E R S the test
Marley Marl in the background doin' the

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 dedicated to Blvd.

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