Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bosses Lady

(Scarface excerpt) That chick hes with....she like me. Oh, she you
huh? How do you know? The Chico....they never lie. What, are you
Yeah, I'm serious....What do you think? Man, thats the bosses
lady, gonna get us killed. The bosses lady? fuck you man!....the
bosses lady...huh...that soft....you got some of that 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 Banjamins and Grants at her
bottles of Italy and at her
at her, spit romance at her
Champagne chatter
ass fatter than that actress up in Family
thicker than Mick Jaggers
dick so hard the could stab her
she a sick Jaguar
paint shined like it was black
she a small gat for back up
whole shit
peepin' out her frame, walkin' in of her
she had the hour glass
had my blood 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 mate's up like Drake's
got the crib by the lake
wanted by the
for takin' powder weight state
they straight sorrounded his crib with gates
garden lookin' a flowered wake
every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this bitch
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
fuck around with that Ho, a nigga's on the salary
pockets too low
her man get his cavalry
and straight turn the to a shootin' gallery

- off his life, to get in good with the bosses wife, cross his
life just to floss his ice, to get him hit for the cost of rice,
the night, if the thoughts is right, bodies could get lost
once

2: (Chameleon)

The bosses lady, I cocks the and holds it steady baby
my man more weight than the fuckin' Navy
out to get gravy, so you can't take mine
you crossed the
fuckin' the bosses devine
ay yo, his mans, they crimes
found out you tryin' to with his dime
you layed your on the line
but the are in my hands
I this rich man, and fuckin' you is not in the plan
I'm out to get grands and on my own land
so why fuck with that
I'm in wealth, you under his belt
hourglass figure I you felt
how the pussy smelt
lavish taste will have you livin' in
fantasizin' his wifes sex,
so how could you the man
that the cash for your checks?
on the low you know he blaze tecks
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 affairs with the average
keep the lustin' to a
'cause no benefits in it
too much to if I let you hit it
you know the force is
and you wanna
thinkin' how sweet it would be if I let you eat
but to the boss yo, I gotta 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 your mans throat so look who's big now
on shit like a (?)
lame chick you got shit foul
we got the big bricks shipped in from
while I'm whippin' shit with 6 plus 6
makin' off Fiscal
we regulated,
boo I guess you haven't heard the latest these new agents
outrageous
(Chameleon) Yeah, I about the way you flip birds,
got these niggas standin' on the curb sellin' cocaine and
you and my nigga exchanged then parted ways
you to God all day
your squad would spray my man in all kinds of 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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