Luyện nghe bài hát Message From the Boss

[Kool
You wanna know my business? I got to do
to meet, people to see
Very - matters to turn to
A of time for me to try to burn you
and a minute, you're not worth a conversation
I intelligently, with information
Goin and flowin and showin, you're growin
-- with a childish mind
Your brain is small, it's hard to find
I need a microscope, to see a brain
don't think, when they rob and steal
and and kill -- and murder their loved ones
Now put your brain in the
it to cold cuts, you're goin nuts ? cell
You wanna low me?
better off in Hell, feel the flame
fire roast and toast
Let me you scald, while I brag and boast
I keep your on stand-by
Cause it's the message, straight from the BOSS!

Gee]
Your please, come on, let me try this
This beat is -- so I just
made up some rhymes that are hyper hyperspace
Ced Gee kick bass, eliminate
who think quick slick with a few tricks
Can't be fixed if they 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
Confess to me, me
Adressin me, be less than me, or me
because, it only brings out the in me
Soul, no - what you really need to do
Instead of battlin you to really improve
our race, and every other
Bring em together -- and face
the problems, we need to be solvin
People are dyin, starvin,
Bein from different jobs
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
situation and turned into a
They doubted this, so proud of this
institution we 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 show-off
Blow off MC's who can't talk or or write
or learn, stutter - I think you need to go
But me shift
The I get, the dumber you get
The better I get, the you get
Ha ha hah, I gotta laugh - MC's are very 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
everybody, you got a dollar for crack?
I'll pay you
Thursday Friday Saturday's here
Where's my
It funny with a pipe in your face
For a fracture, time the cops smacked ya
for hittin your and pops
You need a shake in brain, adolescent
I'm a vet, you're juvenile, and driven wild,
You stupid and petty, and now senile
How's time in jail 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!