Luyện nghe bài hát Message From the Boss

[Kool
You wanna my business? I got things to do
to meet, people to see
Very - matters to turn to
A of time for me to try to burn you
and talk a minute, not worth a conversation
I speak intelligently, with
Goin and flowin and showin, you're still
adolescent -- with a mind
Your brain is small, plus it's 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, you're nuts ? cell
You wanna low me?
better off in Hell, feel the flame
fire burn roast and
Let me you scald, while I brag and boast
I keep your on stand-by
Cause the message, comin straight from the BOSS!

Gee]
Your attention please, come on, let me try
This beat is funky -- so I
up some rhymes that are hyper than hyperspace
Ced Gee will kick bass,
rappers who think quick slick a few tricks
be quick fixed if they try this
man, and, aiyyo, I have the to be
on any and mic someone can pass 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 less me, or testin me
because, it only out the best in me
Soul, no - here's what you need to do
of battlin you need to really improve
our race, and other race
Bring em together -- and let's
the problems, that we need to be
People are dyin, starvin,
Bein discriminated from different
and things like that so about that
We have a to use that they call rap
So, yo, let's use it, not it
And in the long run, we improved this
and turned into a positive
They this, so we're proud of this
institution we of course
That's why message, is comin from the BOSS!

Keith]
Yeah Ced..

Once again, I your garbage on my radio
Left to right, and through my stereo
I it off, go off without show-off
Blow off MC's who can't or read or write
or learn, - I think you need to go ?RIFT?
But watch me
The I get, the dumber you get
The better I get, the you get
Ha ha hah, I gotta laugh - MC's are funny to me
And on Easter, they're like a to me
Hoppin around, without a
Formation, in occupation
Better skills, how to a application
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
Thursday Friday Saturday's here
Where's my
It ain't with a pipe in your face
For a fracture, time the cops smacked ya
for hittin moms and pops
You need a shake in brain, adolescent
I'm a vet, juvenile, and driven wild, meanwhile
You stupid and petty, and now senile
How's time in jail bail?
Now you're up for sale, like a prostitute
man's wife, on the la-la tip
think about it
Cause it's the message, comin straight the BOSS!