Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

Right now I'm to show you how it's done, you can
Shut down yo, my Uzi a ton, you can
Beat down and you can pump it in your system it
Blow out whatever dog, no doubt, I'm to

Smack up, anybody who like he
Hardcore don't he I stay raw? this is
LL competition, fell because I
Do this drama and truth 'cuz I don't

Play that, and I be up cash since
Way back put your honey on my lap and her
Heat up, got her beggin' me to it up
Raw dog, throw wacky on the floor, straight

Kill that, have her nuts until I
Spill that, you play like En Vogue and
Hold on, you wanna battle? Set it off
Come on, come one, on, come on

F, because my the best
A, I get my off all day
R, wreck my block, all far
M, I gotta it down wit my man

E, big up to my nigga E
R, the ill rims on the car
S, I it, what more can I say, son
Farmers what, what

Murder, little gettin money on the
Hot block, he got the shit spinnin' up on
Linden, at the ice and leather, the way it
Blendin', pass the spit hot Linden here to

Mary, you think you hot, Cool Jane?
Here it, and it comes to this I'm not a
Soldier, I'm a crack King
I told ya, I proved I'm the rapper, nigga

What now, tell your man step up, then he
Go down, game one, do or die
Bedside, nobody even comin' close,
Why try, the Bronx to Shaolin to

Uptown, like said nigga
Duck down, you play like En Vogue and
Hold on, you know I'm goin' out
Come on, on, come one, come on

F, because my the best
A, I get my off all day
R, my block, knee all far
M, I hold it down wit my man

E, big up to my nigga E
R, keep the ill on the car
S, I repped it, more can I say, son
Farmers what, what

No doubt, take your block and air it out, stay
Ice out, me and my man, Little in the
Double R, block, lined up wit all the
Hot cars, nigga, never be you gotta

Get paid, no matter what I do, I it
Sexy me and my spendin' cream on the
scene on Performance Boulevard out in
Killa Queens this joint in the tunnel 'bout

One O clock, like them raw, not the watered down
Hip hop the broad money and zay it
Don't stop niggas and fallin' off a
ride when I'm goin' to Bedshaw

Remember me, I'm the greast MC there
Ever be, you better call Def Jam, and 'em
Hold on, 'cuz another label told me
Come on, on, come on, come on

F, my flavor's the best
A, I get my off all day
R, my block, knee all far
M, I hold it down wit my man

E, big up to my E Love
R, the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, more can I say, son
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