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
Ain't nobody heard my
You Mix-a-Lot was through
But I'm this boot's on you
What to all the old homies?
When the gets funny it's lonely
My ex turned into a
at the Hollywood, slangin' that butt
Cheap and a mini-skirt
Girl, what's line of work?
Now that I'm rollin', you wanna roll me
But have you been to the clinic
you had six condoms, see
Today you got
Tossed you out a paper sack
This brother ain't On The Cat
What all the old homies?
I got paid so they me phony
But I to lay it low,
a brother like you tells me I can't flow?
So we go, bro, the leader of the Flow Show
Let you know, I and get mo'
I the bank and I ain't been ganked
Cause my back you're to shank, but no thanks!
My face shows pain and strain as I 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 boss in effect, I bluffin'!} I'm back!
boss is back!
{Big boss in effect, I bluffin'!}
boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}

Tommy wants
But I want oxygen
When the game got you ran
Now in my face you
for a few hun?
Son, your fun my gun!
Now you scream you're black
Boy, you need to chill that!
I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer
My my lawyer
Last week you's a kid
And this week you're in biz
on stage, another black wanna-be
Wanna get paid, so you're as balck as you be
up a peace sign, fakin' the rhymes
Run out of lyrics, scratch in a X line
Hypocrite, your hits the bits
The boss of brain lays pain when I
Criticized, I'm takin' the dares
And now you're tryin' to another brother what to wear?
off that tip, you know how it goes
Another brother shot and punks blame it on gold
Gold ropes? Naw, that ain't your
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 in reverse
You or the KKK, who's
You told me to stay low in my
And so did the Klan, so up, bro
Why do you brothers is sellin' dope, fool?
America, boy, the rules!
Play that role and say you ain't with that
And everything you're cryin' bout money on contract
about me bad, it's time for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I don't know the meaning of
I gotta live so I do what I
girls'll cross you when you're soft
That's why I'm my own damn
They'll run you down stress
If you're spring on the butt and
I'd be sprung on the ducat
And put another freak in my bucket
I with women, not girls
Cause them young ones'll shake your
I'm it like it is
a brother like Mix ain't losin' his
I got about two or three
That try to kick me when I'm
But I come up, they all play dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up when I spit these hits
I'm equipped to make quit
Young bucks should all duck cause are gettin' 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 stack
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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