Luyện nghe bài hát Message From the Boss

Keith]
You wanna know my I got things to do
People to meet, to see
Very - matters to turn to
A waste of time for me to try to you
and talk a minute, you're not a conversation
I intelligently, with information
Goin and flowin and showin, you're still
adolescent -- a childish mind
Your is small, plus it's hard to find
I need a microscope, to see a brain
that think, when they rob and steal
and rape and kill -- and their loved ones
Now put your in the guillotine
Slice it to cold cuts, you're goin ? cell
You wanna low me?
You're better off in Hell, feel the
burn roast and toast
Let me hear you scald, while I and boast
I keep brain on stand-by
it's the message, comin straight from the BOSS!

[Ced
Your attention please, come on, let me try
This is funky -- so I just
made up some rhymes that are hyper hyperspace
Ced Gee kick bass, eliminate
rappers who quick slick with a few tricks
Can't be quick fixed if try this
man, and, aiyyo, I have the 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
step to me, get to me, or me
to me, guessin me
Adressin me, be less me, or testin me
because, it only brings out the in me
Soul, no - here's what you need to do
Instead of battlin you need to improve
our race, and every other
Bring em together -- and let's
the problems, that we to be solvin
People are dyin, starvin,
Bein discriminated from different
and things like that so think about
We a tool to use that they call rap
So, yo, let's use it, not it
And in the run, we have improved this
and turned into a positive
They this, so we're proud of this
we invented of course
That's why message, is comin from the BOSS!

[Kool
Yeah Ced..

Once again, I hear garbage on my radio
Left to right, and through my stereo
I it off, go off without show-off
Blow off who can't talk or read or write
or learn, - I think you need to go ?RIFT?
But me shift
The smarter I get, the you get
The better I get, the you get
Ha ha hah, I gotta laugh - are very funny to me
And on Easter, like a bunny to me
Hoppin around, a education
Formation, results in
Better skills, how to a application
for a job, but rather be a slob
A parasite, eating off the cob
Beggin everybody, you got a for crack?
I'll pay you
Wednesday Thursday Saturday's here
Where's my
It ain't funny with a in your face
For a fracture, last time the smacked ya
for hittin your and pops
You a shake in your brain, adolescent
I'm a vet, you're juvenile, and wild, meanwhile
You look and petty, and now senile
How's in jail without bail?
Now you're up for sale, you're a prostitute
Another wife, on the la-la tip
think about it
it's the message, comin straight from the BOSS!