Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

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

The is back!

So I took a one-year
nobody heard my latest
You thought was through
But I'm back; boot's on you
What happened to all the old
When the gets funny it's lonely
My ex into a slut
at the Hollywood, slangin' that butt
Cheap and a mini-skirt
Girl, what's line of work?
Now I'm rollin', you wanna roll with me
But have you been to the 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 they me phony
But I to lay it low,
When a brother like you tells me I flow?
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 you're trying to shank, but no thanks!
My face shows pain and strain as I stand in the
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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boss is back!
{Big boss in effect, I bluffin'!}
{Big in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}

Tommy wants
But I your oxygen
the game got thick you ran
Now in my face you
Beggin' for a few
Son, fun meets my gun!
Now you scream you're true
Boy, you need to with that!
Cause I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty
My my lawyer
Last you's a stick-up kid
And this you're in show biz
Standin' on stage, black wanna-be
Wanna get paid, so as balck as you gotta be
up a peace sign, fakin' the rhymes
Run out of lyrics, in a Malcom X line
Hypocrite, your break the bits
The of brain lays pain when I spit
Criticized, cause I'm takin' the
And now you're to tell another brother what to wear?
off that tip, you know how it goes
Another brother shot 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 you're crying bout what a owns
died so you could buy your throne
I ain't got time to take steps in
You or the KKK, worse?
You told me to low in my ghetto
And so did the Klan, so up, bro
Why do you think brothers is sellin' dope,
America, boy, the rules!
Play that hard role and say you ain't with
And you're cryin' bout money on your contract
about me bad, it's 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 stress
If you're spring on the butt and
I'd rather be on the ducat
And put another damn freak in my
I deal women, not girls
Cause them young ones'll shake world
I'm tellin' it it is
a brother 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 I spit these hits
I'm to make misfits quit
Young bucks all duck cause jaws are gettin' struck
The luck chuched, so wussup!
I ram and cram my in the mouth of a man
I'm kickin' than Van Damme
Face the facts, two platinums
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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