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 eyes Chico....they 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
lady...huh...that guys soft....you got some of that for
me?...would you me if I wear 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 Italy and at her
advance at her, spit at her
glasses chatter
ass fatter than actress up in Family Matters
lips thicker Mick Jaggers
dick so hard the could stab her
she a sick Jaguar
paint shined like it was lacker
she carried a small gat for up
shit spectacular
peepin' out her frame, in back of her
she had the hour glass
had my blood fast paced
past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up mask tape
mad papes, I could tell by the way she was
her sex mate's caked up like
he's got the by the lake
by the jakes
for takin' weight outta state
they straight sorrounded his crib tower gates
lookin' like a flowered wake
every he make about enough dough to spoil this bitch sour
sex, money, and power, pussy enough to devour
I hit her up the marble tiled shower
then snapped back to
he said her was Valerie
dont fuck around that Ho, a nigga's on the salary
pockets too low
her man get his cavalry
and turn the town to a shootin' gallery

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

2: (Chameleon)

The bosses lady, I cocks the four-fifth and it steady baby
my man ships more weight than the fuckin'
out to get gravy, so you can't take mine
you the line
fuckin' the bosses devine
ay yo, his mans, they commit
found out you tryin' to fuck his dime
you your life 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 live on my own
so why fuck with help?
I'm livin' in wealth, you his belt
hourglass figure I you felt
wonderin' how the pussy
lavish will have you livin' in debt
'bout his wifes sex,
so how could you the man
that the cash for your checks?
on the low 'cause you know he tecks
and you fear for next
your life is in for tryin' to get my pussy wet
the bigger picture
I deal with bigger
I got no time for affairs with the niggas
the lustin' to a limit
'cause ain't no in it
too much to if I let you hit it
you know the is deep
and you wanna
how sweet it would be if I just let you eat
but to the boss yo, I gotta stay
the chump won't do
so me with you happenin' boo

3: (Both)

(G. Rap) I ya style, kid you get wild
let the chips
my clique slit smiles across your mans throat so who's big now
barkin' on shit a (?)
chick you got this shit foul
we got the big bricks shipped in miles
while I'm whippin' with 6 plus 6 valves
millions off Fiscal
we regulated,
boo I guess you heard the latest 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 exchanged words parted ways
you to God all day
your squad would spray my man in all kinds of sick and retarded
(G. Rap) straight gave him a harp to
(Chameleon) I peeped resume
(G. Rap) you me Angel?
(Chameleon) yeah, no doubt, but I bang you

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