Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

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

The is back!

So I took a hiatus
Ain't nobody my latest
You thought Mix-a-Lot was
But I'm back; boot's on you
happened to all the old homies?
When the money gets it's lonely
My ex turned a slut
Down at the Hollywood, slangin' that
Cheap and a mini-skirt
Girl, your line of work?
Now that I'm rollin', you wanna roll me
But you been to the clinic lately?
you had six condoms, see
Today you got
you out like a paper sack
This ain't Sprung On The Cat
What about all the old
I got paid so call me phony
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 Flow
Let you know, I and get mo'
I yank the bank and I ain't ganked
Cause my back trying to shank, but no thanks!
My face pain 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!

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

Tommy revenge
But I want oxygen
When the game got you ran
Now in my you stand
for a few hun?
Son, fun meets my gun!
Now you scream you're true
Boy, you need to chill that!
Cause I'm an e-qual de-stroyer
My my lawyer
week you's a stick-up kid
And this week in show biz
Standin' on stage, another black
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 Malcom X
Hypocrite, hits break the bits
The boss of brain lays pain I spit
Criticized, cause I'm takin' the
And now you're tryin' to tell another brother what to
off that tip, you know how it goes
Another gets shot and punks blame it on gold
Gold ropes? Naw, that your problem
The job of a rapper is to em and solve em
Now you're crying bout a brother owns
died so you could buy your throne
I ain't got time to steps in reverse
You or the KKK, who's
You me to stay low in my ghetto
And so did the Klan, so up, bro
Why do you think is sellin' dope, fool?
America, boy, the rules!
that hard role and say you ain't with that
And everything you're cryin' money on your contract
Talked about me bad, time for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I don't know the meaning of
I live 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 spring on the butt and chest
I'd rather be sprung on the
And put another damn freak in my
I deal women, not girls
Cause them ones'll shake your world
I'm it like it is
Cause a brother like Mix ain't his
I got about two or clowns
That try to kick me I'm down
But when I come up, they all dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up lips when I spit hits
I'm equipped to make misfits
Young bucks should all cause jaws are gettin' struck
The luck chuched, so wussup!
I ram and cram my jams in the of a man
I'm kickin' quicker Van Damme
Face the facts, two platinums
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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