Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

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

We been gettin' funky but I wanna this jam back to Farmers
You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go on Farmers
And get some of them early MC's, you used to be kickin' it
Back in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam them
Aight, bet but first I gotta introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Aight, it

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

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
like a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in
Sharp ass claws and I all laws
In a all jaws 'cause I'm perfect, no flaws

Now I'm to Farmers on some new improved
I'm makin' moves, not fakin'
So don't you come around here talkin' that talk
Or walkin' that walk, get played like a sport

Football, soccer, you savor
You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for
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 or cares, your crew'll shed tears
'Hip-hip-hooray, he's yo, save the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin' forties of on the boulevard

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

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

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

that speaker in the trash
Why's that? 'Cause Gangster Boogie the woofer a gash
Big Grip makin' you get up
Farmers crew's in effect, we never 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 there, man, yo, what's up? Hi C

Hi C on the scene, at last to a funky rhyme
More a line 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' bodies at a party somebody gotta pay
Boy, you been told, put lips on hold
All you remember is a barrel and a mouth full of

Spreadin' terror on the street like they was in the
Any punks on the block, yo, never last
And I never feel sorry for a I gained on
Any talker, yo, he's bound to get rained on

At any Farmers at my side is a Mag
One time a sucker got ill and went out in a bag
Fear will erupt through the 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 I'm sayin'? Farmers Blvd. baby

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