Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

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

The is back!

So I a one-year hiatus
Ain't nobody my latest
You Mix-a-Lot was through
But I'm this boot's on you
happened to all the old homies?
When the gets funny it's lonely
My ex turned a slut
at the Hollywood, slangin' that butt
Cheap perfume and a
Girl, what's 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
Tossed you out like a paper
This brother Sprung On The Cat
What all the old homies?
I got paid so they call me
But I to lay it low,
When a brother like you me I can't flow?
So here we go, bro, the leader of the Show
Let you know, I and get mo'
I the bank and I ain't 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!

{Big 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'!}

wants revenge
But I want your
the game got thick you ran
Now in my you stand
Beggin' for a few
Son, your fun my gun!
Now you scream you're black
Boy, you to chill with that!
Cause I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty
My my lawyer
Last week a stick-up kid
And this you're in show biz
Standin' on stage, another wanna-be
Wanna get paid, so as balck as you gotta be
Throw up a peace sign, fakin' the
Run out of lyrics, scratch in a X line
Hypocrite, your hits break the
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
off that tip, you know how it goes
Another brother gets and punks blame it on gold
Gold ropes? Naw, that ain't problem
The job of a is to find em and solve em
Now you're crying bout a brother owns
King died so you could buy your
I ain't got time to steps in reverse
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 think brothers is sellin' dope,
America, boy, the rules!
Play hard role and say you ain't with that
And everything you're cryin' bout money on your
Talked about me bad, it's 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 down with
If spring on the butt and chest
I'd be sprung on the ducat
And put damn freak in my bucket
I deal women, not girls
Cause them ones'll shake your world
I'm it like it is
Cause a brother Mix ain't losin' his
I got about two or three
That try to me when I'm down
But when I come up, all play dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up lips I spit these hits
I'm equipped to make quit
Young bucks should all duck cause jaws are struck
The gets chuched, so wussup!
I ram and my jams in the mouth of a man
I'm kickin' quicker Van Damme
Face the facts, two platinums
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

{Who's the
I'm back!
the boss?}
The is back!
{Who's the
the} {Boss}