Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

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

The is back!

So I took a hiatus
Ain't heard my latest
You Mix-a-Lot was through
But I'm this boot's on you
happened to all the old homies?
When the money funny it's lonely
My ex turned a slut
Down at the Hollywood, that butt
perfume and a mini-skirt
Girl, what's your line of
Now that I'm rollin', you wanna with me
But have you been to the lately?
you had six condoms, see
Today you got
Tossed you out like a sack
This brother Sprung On The Cat
What about all the old
I got so they call me phony
But I to lay it low,
When a brother you tells me I can't flow?
So here we go, bro, the leader of the Flow
Let you know, I and get mo'
I the bank and I ain't been ganked
Cause my back trying to shank, but no thanks!
My face shows pain and 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!

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

Tommy revenge
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 true black
Boy, you need to with that!
I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer
My my lawyer
Last you's a stick-up kid
And this week in show biz
Standin' on stage, black wanna-be
Wanna get paid, so as balck as you gotta be
Throw up a peace sign, the rhymes
Run out of lyrics, scratch in a X line
Hypocrite, your break the bits
The boss of brain pain when I spit
Criticized, I'm takin' the dares
And now you're tryin' to tell another brother what to
Come off that tip, you know how it
Another brother gets shot and punks it on gold
ropes? 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 could buy throne
I ain't got to take steps 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 hard and say you ain't with that
And everything you're cryin' money on your contract
about me bad, it's time for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I don't the meaning of trust
I gotta so I do what I must
Some cross you when you're soft
why I'm my own damn boss
They'll run you down with
If you're on the butt and chest
I'd rather be on the ducat
And put damn freak in my bucket
I with women, not girls
them young 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
try to kick me when I'm down
But when I come up, they all dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up lips I spit these hits
I'm equipped to misfits quit
Young should all duck cause jaws are gettin' struck
The luck chuched, so wussup!
I ram and cram my jams in the of a man
I'm kickin' than Van Damme
the facts, two platinums stack
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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