Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

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

The is back!

So I a one-year hiatus
Ain't heard my latest
You Mix-a-Lot was through
But I'm back; this on you
happened to all the old homies?
When the money gets it's lonely
My ex turned a slut
Down at the Hollywood, that butt
Cheap and a mini-skirt
Girl, what's your line of
Now that I'm rollin', you wanna with me
But have you been to the clinic
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 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 and I ain't been ganked
Cause my you're 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!

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

wants revenge
But I want your
the game got thick you ran
Now in my face you
Beggin' for a few
Son, your fun my gun!
Now you scream you're true
Boy, you need to chill that!
Cause I'm an op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer
My my lawyer
Last week you's a kid
And week you're in show biz
Standin' on stage, another black
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, your break the bits
The of brain lays pain when I spit
Criticized, cause I'm the dares
And now you're tryin' to tell brother what to wear?
Come off tip, you know how it goes
Another brother gets and punks blame it on gold
Gold ropes? Naw, that ain't problem
The job of a is to find em and solve em
Now crying bout what a brother owns
King so you could buy your throne
I ain't got time to take 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 brothers is sellin' dope, fool?
America, boy, the rules!
Play that hard role and say you ain't that
And everything you're cryin' bout on your contract
about me bad, it's time for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I know the meaning of trust
I gotta so I do what 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 on the butt and chest
I'd rather be sprung on the
And put another freak in my bucket
I with women, not girls
Cause them young ones'll your world
I'm tellin' it it is
Cause a like Mix ain't 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 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' quicker Van Damme
the facts, two platinums stack
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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