Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make this 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, what's up,
Hey yo man, you know we was busy on the album everyday

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

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

I always told the brothers, if I got a
the money started flowin', I'd be back
To do a jam, all odds
rapper 1 from Farmers Blvd.

Hey yo, B O M B, explosion
Attack like a cat when I'm trapped and I'm in
Sharp ass claws and I all laws
In a while all jaws I'm perfect, no flaws

Now I'm back to on some new improved
I'm makin' moves, not moves
So don't you never come around here talkin' talk
Or walkin' that walk, you'll get played like a

Football, soccer, whatever you
a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor
L'll have you breakin'
I'll you cookin' fried rice in a big steel box

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

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

Kick out the can and
Summertime, C I A step the jam
for the mic and the punks start to fold up
And the start fleein' 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 to deal with another dose
I see to it in a hour that the mutha is

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

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

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

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

Spreadin' terror on the street they was in the past
Any punks on the block, yo, never last
And I never sorry for a sucker I gained on
Any slick talker, yo, he's 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 will through the heart of another
The Farmers crew will fall, that's word to the mother

Yo, yo, it's kinda out here, yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'all 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? aight, let me sum up

Now you the brothers speakin'
'Bout the street we're from
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you get none
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 before I play you like Play Doh
I did a jam all odds
And it was dedicated to Blvd.

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