Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

We have such sights to you
This isn't for eyes...
AaaAAAA, the is back!

The is back!

So I took a hiatus
Ain't nobody my latest
You thought was through
But I'm back; this on you
happened to all the old homies?
When the money gets funny it's
My ex turned a slut
Down at the Hollywood, that butt
Cheap and a mini-skirt
Girl, your line of work?
Now I'm rollin', you wanna roll with me
But you been to the clinic lately?
you had six condoms, see
Today you got
you out like a paper sack
This brother Sprung On The Cat
What about all the old
I got paid so they call me
But I to lay it low,
When a brother like you tells me I flow?
So here we go, bro, the leader of the Flow
Let you know, I and get mo'
I yank the and I ain't been ganked
Cause my back trying to shank, but no thanks!
My face pain and strain as I stand in the rain
this fame, you go insane
The I run is not fun to some,
And now I no one!
The is back!

boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!} I'm back!
Your is back!
{Big in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}
{Big boss in effect, I bluffin'!}

Tommy wants
But I your oxygen
When the got thick you ran
Now in my face you
Beggin' for a few
Son, fun meets my gun!
Now you scream you're true
Boy, you need to with that!
Cause I'm an e-qual de-stroyer
My gat's my
Last you's a stick-up kid
And week you're in show biz
Standin' on stage, another black
Wanna get paid, so you're as balck as you be
Throw up a peace sign, fakin' the
Run out of lyrics, in a Malcom X line
Hypocrite, hits break the bits
The boss of brain lays pain I spit
Criticized, I'm takin' the dares
And now you're tryin' to tell another what to wear?
off that tip, you know how it goes
Another brother gets and punks blame it on gold
Gold Naw, that ain't your problem
The job of a is to find em and solve em
Now you're crying bout what a brother
King died so you buy your throne
I ain't got time to steps in reverse
You or the KKK, worse?
You me to stay low in my ghetto
And so did the Klan, so up, bro
Why do you think is sellin' dope, fool?
America, boy, the rules!
Play that hard role and say you with that
And everything you're cryin' money on your contract
Talked about me bad, time for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I don't know the of trust
I gotta live so I do what I
Some girls'll cross you you're soft
That's why I'm my own boss
They'll run you down with
If spring on the butt and chest
I'd rather be sprung on the
And put another freak in my bucket
I with women, not girls
them young ones'll shake your world
I'm tellin' it it is
Cause a brother Mix ain't losin' his
I got two or three clowns
That try to kick me I'm down
But when I come up, all play dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up lips when I spit hits
I'm equipped to make quit
Young bucks should all duck cause jaws are struck
The gets chuched, so wussup!
I ram and cram my jams in the of a man
I'm kickin' quicker than Van
Face the facts, two platinums
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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