Luyện nghe bài hát Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

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

We been gettin' funky but I wanna take this jam 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 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, pumpin' People Play
Sittin' on a can, rhymin' to my man
Talkin' 'bout big money and future

I told the brothers, if I got a contract
When the money flowin', I'd be back
To do a jam, against all
Introducing 1 from Farmers Blvd.

Hey yo, B O M B, explosion
Attack like a cat 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 back to Farmers on new improved
I'm makin' moves, not moves
So don't you never come around talkin' that talk
Or walkin' walk, you'll get played like a sport

Football, soccer, you savor
You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for
have you breakin' locks
I'll have you cookin' fried rice in a big box

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

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

Kick out the can and
Summertime, C I A step the jam
Reach for the mic and the start to fold up
And the brothers start like it's a hold up

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

Farmers Boulevard, the
Handin' me a mic is like givin' a chainsaw to Face
Smokin' in an instant
At my bustin' caps is T-Boogie, my assistant

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

Yo, yo, yo, it's kinda funky out on the boulevard, yo
Yeah, we livin' 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 than a line on time because I'm mine
Never underestimate the of a great one
The Boulevard lord, shorts, never take

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

Spreadin' on the street like they was in the past
Any punks on the block, yo, could last
And I never feel for a sucker I gained on
Any slick talker, yo, bound to get rained on

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

Yo, yo, it's kinda 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, let me sum this up

Now you the brothers speakin'
the street that we're from
Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you get none
F A R M E R S passin' the
Marl in the background 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 all odds
And it was dedicated to Blvd.

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