Luyện nghe bài hát Message From The Boss

verse1:You wanna know my i got things to do
People to meet, to see
important - matters to turn to
A waste of time for me to try to you
And a minute, you're not worth a conversation
I speak intelligently, with
and flowin and showin, you're still growin
Adolescent -- with a mind
Your brain is small, it's hard to find
I need a microscope, to see a two-cent
That don't think, when rob and steal
And rape and kill -- and their loved ones
Now put your in the guillotine
Slice it to cold cuts, goin nuts ? cell
You low rate me?
You're off in hell, feel the flame
Fire roast and toast
Let me you scald, while i brag and boast
I keep brain on stand-by
Cause it's the message, comin straight the boss!

Chorus(2):message the boss,
i am the boss,
here the boss,
the boss!

attention please, come on, let me try this
This is funky -- so i just
Made up rhymes that are hyper than hyperspace
Lil Ced kick bass, eliminate
Rappers who think quick slick a few tricks
be quick fixed if they try this
Man, and, aiyyo, i the right to be
On any stage and mic someone can to me
Cause, i'm in there, and i
I'm vladimir, no one bet-ter
to me, get to me, or pes-ter me
Confess to me, me
Adressin me, be than me, or testin me
Because, it brings out the best in me
Soul, no - what you really need to do
of battlin you need to really improve
Our race, and every other
em together -- and let's face
The problems, that we need to be
People are dyin, starvin,
Bein from different jobs
And things that so think about that
We a tool to use that they call rap
So, yo, use it, not abuse it
And in the run, we have improved this
Situation and turned into a
They doubted this, so we're proud of
we invented of course
That's why this message, is comin the boss!

Chorus(2)

verse3:Once again, i hear garbage on my radio
Left to right, and through my stereo
I turn it off, go off show-off
Blow off mc's who talk or read or write
Or learn, - i think you need to go ?rift?
But me shift
The i get, the dumber you get
The i get, the wacker you get
Ha ha hah, i gotta laugh - mc's are very to me
And on easter, they're like a to me
Hoppin around, without a
Formation, in occupation
Better skills, how to sign a
For a job, but you'd be a slob
A parasite, corn off the cob
everybody, you got a dollar for crack?
I'll pay you
Wednesday thursday friday here
my money?
It funny with a pipe in your face
For a fracture, time the cops smacked ya
For hittin your moms and
You need a shake in your brain,
I'm a vet, juvenile, and driven wild, meanwhile
You look stupid and petty, and now
How's time in jail without
Now you're up for sale, you're a prostitute
Another man's wife, on the tip
Think about it
it's the message, comin straight from the boss!

Chorus(repeately)