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; boot's on you
happened to all the old homies?
When the money funny it's lonely
My ex turned into a
Down at the Hollywood, slangin' that
perfume and a mini-skirt
Girl, what's your of work?
Now I'm rollin', you wanna roll with me
But have you been to the clinic
you had six condoms, see
Today you got
Tossed you out like a paper
This ain't Sprung On The Cat
about all the old homies?
I got so they call me phony
But I to lay it low,
When a brother like you tells me I can't
So here we go, bro, the of the Flow Show
Let you know, I and get mo'
I yank the bank and I ain't ganked
Cause my back you're to shank, but no thanks!
My face shows pain and as I stand in the rain
With fame, you go insane
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!
boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}
{Big in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}

wants revenge
But I want your
When the game got you ran
Now in my face you
Beggin' for a few
Son, your fun my gun!
Now you scream you're black
Boy, you need to with that!
I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer
My gat's my
Last week a stick-up kid
And this you're in show biz
on stage, another black wanna-be
Wanna get paid, so you're as balck as you be
Throw up a sign, fakin' the rhymes
Run out of lyrics, scratch in a X line
Hypocrite, your hits the bits
The boss of brain lays when I spit
Criticized, cause I'm takin' the
And now tryin' to tell another brother what to wear?
Come off that tip, you know how it
Another brother gets shot and punks blame it on
Gold ropes? Naw, that ain't your
The job of a rapper is to em and solve em
Now you're crying bout what a brother
died so you could buy your throne
I ain't got time to 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 dope, fool?
America, boy, the rules!
Play that hard role and say you with that
And everything you're 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 meaning of
I gotta live so I do I must
Some girls'll you when you're soft
That's why I'm my own damn
They'll run you down stress
If you're spring on the and chest
I'd rather be on the ducat
And put damn freak in my bucket
I with women, not girls
Cause them young shake your world
I'm it like it is
Cause a like Mix ain't losin' his
I got about two or three
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 these
I'm to make misfits quit
Young should all duck cause jaws are gettin' struck
The gets chuched, so wussup!
I ram and cram my in the mouth of a man
I'm kickin' than Van Damme
the facts, two platinums stack
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

the boss?}
I'm back!
{Who's the
The is back!
the boss?}
{Who's {Boss}