Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

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

The is back!

So I took a hiatus
Ain't nobody heard my
You thought was through
But I'm this boot's on you
What to all the old homies?
When the money gets funny it's
My ex turned a slut
Down at the Hollywood, slangin' that
perfume 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 like a 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 like you tells me I flow?
So here we go, bro, the leader of the Show
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 shows pain and strain as I stand in the
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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{Big boss in effect, I bluffin'!}

wants revenge
But I your oxygen
When the got thick you ran
Now in my face you
for a few hun?
Son, fun meets my gun!
Now you scream you're black
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 you're in biz
on stage, another black wanna-be
Wanna get paid, so you're as as you gotta be
Throw up a sign, fakin' 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, cause I'm takin' the
And now you're tryin' to tell another what to wear?
Come off that tip, you how it goes
Another brother gets shot and punks it on gold
Gold ropes? Naw, that ain't your
The job of a rapper is to find em and em
Now you're crying what a brother owns
King died so you could buy your
I got time to take steps in reverse
You or the KKK, worse?
You me to stay low in my ghetto
And so did the Klan, so up, bro
Why do you think brothers is sellin' dope,
America, boy, the rules!
that hard role and say you ain't with that
And everything you're cryin' bout money on your
Talked about me bad, it's for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I don't know the of trust
I gotta live so I do I must
Some girls'll cross you you're soft
That's why I'm my own damn
They'll run you with stress
If you're on the butt and chest
I'd be sprung on the ducat
And put another damn in my bucket
I with women, not girls
them young ones'll shake your world
I'm it like it is
Cause a like 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 play
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up when I spit these hits
I'm to make misfits quit
Young bucks should all duck cause jaws are struck
The gets chuched, so wussup!
I ram and cram my in the mouth of a man
I'm kickin' quicker than Van
the facts, two platinums stack
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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