Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers

Right now I'm 'bout to 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, who front like he
Hardcore don't he know I stay this is
LL competition, they fell I
Do this bringing drama and 'cuz I don't

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

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

F, my flavor's the best
A, I get my off all day
R, my block, knee all far
M, I gotta 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
Farmers what, what

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

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

What now, tell your man step up, watch he
Go down, game one, do or die
Bedside, even comin' close, nigga
Why try, from the to Shaolin to

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remember me, I'm the MC there could
be, you better call Def Jam, and tell 'em
Hold on, another major label told me
on, come on, come on, come on

F, my flavor's 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 E Love
R, the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, more can I say, son
Farmers what, what