Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

We have such sights to you
This for your eyes...
AaaAAAA, the is back!

The is back!

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

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

Tommy revenge
But I your oxygen
When the got thick you ran
Now in my face you
for a few hun?
Son, your fun my gun!
Now you scream true black
Boy, you need to with that!
Cause I'm an e-qual de-stroyer
My gat's my
Last week a stick-up kid
And week you're in show biz
on stage, another black wanna-be
Wanna get paid, so you're as as you gotta 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 when I spit
Criticized, I'm takin' the dares
And now you're tryin' to tell another brother what to
Come off tip, you know how it goes
Another brother shot and punks blame it on gold
Gold ropes? Naw, that your problem
The job of a rapper is to em and solve em
Now crying bout what a brother owns
King died so you could buy your
I ain't got time to take steps in
You or the KKK, who's
You told me to low in my ghetto
And so did the Klan, so up, bro
Why do you brothers is sellin' dope, fool?
America, boy, the rules!
Play that hard role and say you ain't with
And everything you're cryin' bout on your contract
Talked me bad, it's time for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I don't know the meaning of
I gotta so I do what I must
Some girls'll cross you when you're
That's why I'm my own boss
They'll run you with stress
If you're on the butt and chest
I'd be sprung on the ducat
And put damn freak in my bucket
I deal with women, not
Cause them young ones'll your world
I'm tellin' it it is
a brother like Mix ain't losin' his
I got about two or clowns
That try to kick me when I'm
But when I come up, all play dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up lips when I spit these
I'm equipped to make misfits
Young bucks should all duck cause are gettin' struck
The luck chuched, so wussup!
I ram and my jams in the mouth of a man
I'm quicker than Van Damme
the facts, two platinums stack
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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