Luyện nghe bài hát Message From the Boss

[Kool
You wanna know my business? I got to do
People to meet, to see
Very important - to turn to
A waste of for me to try to burn you
and talk a minute, you're not a conversation
I intelligently, with information
Goin and flowin and showin, 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 they rob and
and rape and -- and murder their loved ones
Now put brain in the guillotine
Slice it to cold cuts, you're goin nuts ?
You wanna low me?
better off in Hell, feel the flame
fire burn roast and
Let me hear you scald, while I brag and
I keep brain on stand-by
Cause it's the message, comin straight the BOSS!

[Ced
Your please, come on, let me try this
This is funky -- so I just
made up some that are hyper than hyperspace
Ced Gee will bass, eliminate
rappers who think quick slick a few tricks
Can't be quick fixed if try this
man, and, aiyyo, I have the to be
on any stage and mic can pass to me
Cause, I'm in there, and I
I'm like Vladimir, no one
to me, get to me, or pes-ter me
to me, guessin me
Adressin me, be less me, or testin me
because, it only out the best in me
Soul, no - here's you really need to do
Instead of battlin you to really improve
our race, and other race
em together -- and let's face
the problems, that we to be solvin
People are dyin, starvin,
Bein discriminated from different
and things like that so about that
We have a tool to use they call rap
So, yo, let's use it, not it
And in the run, we have improved this
situation and turned a positive
They doubted this, so we're of this
we invented of course
That's why this message, is comin the BOSS!

[Kool
Ced.. {*echoes*}

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