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 - matters to to
A of time for me to try to burn you
and a minute, you're not worth a conversation
I speak intelligently, with
and flowin and showin, you're still growin
adolescent -- with a childish
Your brain is small, it's hard to find
I need a microscope, to see a two-cent
don't think, when they rob and steal
and rape and kill -- and murder loved ones
Now put brain in the guillotine
Slice it to cold cuts, goin nuts ? cell
You low rate me?
You're better off in Hell, the flame
burn roast and toast
Let me you scald, while I brag and boast
I keep your brain on
Cause it's the message, comin from the BOSS!

[Ced
attention please, come on, let me try this
This beat is funky -- so I
made up some rhymes are hyper than hyperspace
Ced Gee kick bass, eliminate
rappers who think quick with a few tricks
Can't be quick fixed if 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 like Vladimir, no one
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 you really need to do
Instead of battlin you need to improve
our race, and every race
Bring em -- and let's face
the problems, that we need to be
People are dyin, starvin,
Bein discriminated from jobs
and things like so think 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 have this
situation and turned into a
They doubted this, so we're of this
institution we invented of
That's why this message, is from the BOSS!

Keith]
Yeah Ced..

Once again, I your garbage on my radio
Left to right, and through my stereo
I turn it off, go off show-off
off MC's who can't talk or read or write
or learn, stutter - I think you 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 - MC's are funny to me
And on Easter, they're 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, 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 funny a pipe in your face
For a fracture, last time the smacked ya
for hittin your moms and
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, like a prostitute
Another wife, on the la-la tip
think about it
it's the message, comin straight from the BOSS!