Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

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

The is back!

So I took a one-year
Ain't nobody heard my
You Mix-a-Lot was through
But I'm back; boot's on you
happened to all the old homies?
When the gets funny it's lonely
My ex into a slut
Down at the Hollywood, slangin' that
Cheap perfume and a
Girl, what's your line of
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 a paper sack
This brother ain't On The Cat
about all the old homies?
I got so they call me phony
But I to lay it low,
a brother like you tells me I can't flow?
So we go, bro, the leader of the Flow Show
Let you know, I and get mo'
I yank the and I ain't been ganked
Cause my back you're to shank, but no thanks!
My shows pain and strain as I stand in the rain
this fame, you go insane
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!
Your is back!
{Big boss in effect, I bluffin'!}
{Big in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}

wants revenge
But I want oxygen
When the got thick you ran
Now in my you stand
for a few hun?
Son, fun meets my gun!
Now you scream you're true
Boy, you to chill with that!
I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer
My gat's my
week you's a stick-up kid
And this week you're in biz
Standin' on stage, another wanna-be
Wanna get paid, so as balck as you gotta be
Throw up a sign, fakin' the rhymes
Run out of lyrics, in a Malcom X line
Hypocrite, hits break the bits
The boss of brain lays when I spit
Criticized, I'm takin' the dares
And now you're tryin' to tell brother what to wear?
off that tip, you know how it goes
Another brother gets shot and blame it on gold
ropes? Naw, that ain't your problem
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 to take 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 sellin' dope,
America, boy, the rules!
Play that role and say you ain't with that
And you're cryin' bout money on your contract
Talked me bad, it's time for the payback, black,
The is back!

I'm back.

I know the meaning of trust
I gotta live so I do what I
girls'll cross you when you're soft
That's why I'm my own damn
run you down with stress
If spring on the butt and chest
I'd rather be sprung on the
And put damn freak in my bucket
I deal women, not girls
Cause them young ones'll shake your
I'm tellin' it it is
Cause a brother like Mix ain't his
I got about two or three
That try to kick me I'm down
But I come up, they all play dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up lips when I these hits
I'm equipped to make quit
Young bucks should all duck cause jaws are gettin'
The gets chuched, so wussup!
I ram and cram my jams in the of a man
I'm quicker than Van Damme
the facts, two platinums stack
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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