Luyện nghe bài hát Message From the Boss

[Kool
You wanna know my 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, you're not worth a
I speak intelligently, information
Goin and flowin and showin, you're still
adolescent -- with a mind
Your brain is small, plus it's hard to
I a microscope, to see a two-cent brain
that don't think, they rob and steal
and rape and kill -- and murder loved ones
Now put your in the guillotine
Slice it to cold cuts, you're goin ? 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 your on stand-by
Cause it's the message, straight from the BOSS!

Gee]
Your please, come on, let me try this
This is funky -- so I just
made up some rhymes that are than hyperspace
Ced Gee kick bass, eliminate
rappers who think 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 someone can 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 out the best in me
Soul, no - here's you really need to do
Instead of battlin you need to really
our race, and every race
Bring em together -- and face
the problems, that we need to be
People are dyin, starvin,
Bein discriminated from jobs
and things like that so about that
We have a to use that they call rap
So, yo, use it, not abuse it
And in the long run, we improved this
situation and 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 hear your garbage on my
Left to right, and comin my stereo
I it off, go off without show-off
Blow off MC's who can't or read or write
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 laugh - MC's are funny to me
And on Easter, they're a bunny 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
Wednesday Friday Saturday's here
my money?
It ain't funny with a pipe in face
For a fracture, last time the smacked ya
for hittin your moms and
You need a shake in brain, adolescent
I'm a vet, juvenile, and driven wild, meanwhile
You look and petty, and now senile
How's time in jail bail?
Now up for sale, you're like a prostitute
Another wife, on the la-la tip
about it again
Cause it's the message, comin from the BOSS!