Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

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

The is back!

So I took a one-year
Ain't heard my latest
You Mix-a-Lot was through
But I'm back; this on you
What to all the old homies?
the money gets funny it's lonely
My ex turned a slut
Down at the Hollywood, slangin' that
Cheap perfume and a
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 a paper sack
brother ain't 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 we go, bro, the leader of the Flow Show
Let you know, I and get mo'
I yank the bank and I 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!

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Your is back!
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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 black
Boy, you to chill with that!
Cause I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty
My gat's my
week you's a stick-up kid
And this week you're in biz
Standin' on stage, another black
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, your hits break the
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?
Come off that tip, you know how it
Another brother gets shot and blame it on gold
Gold ropes? Naw, ain't your problem
The job of a rapper is to find em and em
Now you're crying bout a brother owns
died so you could buy your throne
I ain't got time to take steps in
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 think brothers is dope, fool?
America, boy, the rules!
Play that hard role and say you ain't that
And everything cryin' bout 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 live so I do what I must
Some girls'll cross you when you're
why I'm my own damn boss
They'll run you down stress
If you're spring on the butt and
I'd rather be on the ducat
And put another damn freak in my
I deal with women, not
Cause them young ones'll your world
I'm tellin' it it is
Cause a brother like Mix ain't his
I got about two or clowns
try to kick 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 gettin'
The gets chuched, so wussup!
I ram and my jams in the mouth of a man
I'm kickin' quicker Van Damme
the facts, two platinums stack
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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