Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

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

The is back!

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

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

Tommy wants
But I your oxygen
When the game got you ran
Now in my you stand
for a few hun?
Son, your fun my gun!
Now you you're true black
Boy, you need to chill that!
Cause I'm an e-qual de-stroyer
My gat's my
Last week a stick-up kid
And this week you're in biz
Standin' on stage, black 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, hits break the bits
The boss of lays pain when I spit
Criticized, I'm takin' the dares
And now you're to tell another brother what to wear?
Come off that tip, you how it goes
Another brother gets shot and blame it on gold
Gold Naw, that ain't your problem
The job of a rapper is to em and solve em
Now you're crying what a brother owns
King died so you buy your throne
I ain't got to take steps in reverse
You or the KKK, worse?
You told me to stay low in my
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 cryin' bout money on your contract
Talked about me bad, time for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I don't the meaning of trust
I gotta live so I do I must
girls'll cross you when you're soft
That's why I'm my own boss
They'll run you with stress
If you're spring on the butt and
I'd be sprung on the ducat
And put another freak in my bucket
I deal with women, not
Cause them young ones'll your world
I'm it like it is
Cause a brother like Mix losin' his
I got about two or clowns
try to kick me when I'm down
But when I come up, they all play
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 jaws 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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I'm back!
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