Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bosses Lady

(Scarface excerpt) That chick hes with....she like me. Oh, she you
huh? How do you The eyes Chico....they never lie. What, are you
serious? Yeah, I'm serious....What do you think? Man, thats the
lady, gonna get us killed. The bosses lady? fuck you man!....the
bosses lady...huh...that guys soft....you got some of for
me?...would you kiss me if I that hat?

1 (Kool G. Rap)
I had to have her, my first glance at her
stance at her
watchin' men throwin' Banjamins and at her
bottles of and France at her
advance at her, romance at her
Champagne chatter
ass fatter than actress up in Family Matters
lips than Mick Jaggers
dick so hard the shit could her
she pushed a Jaguar
shined like it was black lacker
she a small gat for back up
whole shit
peepin' out her frame, in back of her
she had the glass shape
had my flowin' fast paced
late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape
mad papes, I tell by the way she was draped
her sex caked up like Drake's
got the crib by the lake
wanted by the
for takin' powder outta state
they straight sorrounded his crib tower gates
garden lookin' like a flowered
every he make about enough dough to spoil this bitch sour
sex, money, and power, pussy good enough to
I hit her up inside the marble tiled
then snapped to reality
he said her name was
dont around with that Ho, a nigga's on the salary
too low calorie
her man will get his
and straight turn the town to a shootin'

Chorus - off his life, to get in good with the wife, cross his
life just to his ice, to get him hit for the cost of rice, torch
the night, if the is right, bodies could get lost inspite
repeat

2: (Chameleon)

The bosses lady, I cocks the and holds it steady baby
my man ships more weight than the Navy
out to get this gravy, so you take mine
you crossed the
fuckin' with the bosses
ay yo, his mans, commit crimes
found out you tryin' to with his dime
you layed your life on the
but the are in my hands
I love rich man, and fuckin' you is not in the plan
I'm out to get and live on my own land
so why fuck with help?
I'm livin' in wealth, you under his
figure I know you felt
wonderin' how the smelt
taste will have you livin' in debt
fantasizin' his wifes sex,
so how you disrespect the man
that the cash for your checks?
on the low 'cause you know he blaze
and you fear for next
life is in debt for tryin' to get my pussy wet
realize the picture
I with bigger figures
I got no time for with the average niggas
keep the lustin' to a
'cause ain't no in it
too to lose if I let you hit it
you know the force is
and you creep
thinkin' how sweet it would be if I let you eat
but to the yo, I gotta stay true
the chump change do
so me with you isn't boo

3: (Both)

(G. Rap) I ya style, kid you get wild
let the pile
my clique slit smiles across your mans throat so look big now
barkin' on like a (?)
lame chick you got this shit
we got the big bricks shipped in from
while I'm whippin' with 6 plus 6 valves
makin' off Fiscal
we regulated,
boo I guess you haven't heard the about these new agents
stackin'
(Chameleon) Yeah, I about the way you flip birds,
got these niggas standin' on the curb sellin' cocaine and
you and my nigga words then parted ways
you to God all day
your squad would my man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways
(G. Rap) gave him a harp to play
(Chameleon) I your resume
(G. Rap) you with me
(Chameleon) yeah, no doubt, but I bang you

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