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 nobody heard my
You thought was through
But I'm back; this on you
What to all the old homies?
When the gets funny it's lonely
My ex into a slut
Down at the Hollywood, that butt
perfume and a mini-skirt
Girl, your line of work?
Now that I'm rollin', you roll with me
But have you been to the lately?
you had six condoms, see
Today you got
you out like a paper sack
This brother ain't On The Cat
What about all the old
I got paid so call me phony
But I to lay it low,
When a like you tells me I can't 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 you're trying to shank, but no thanks!
My face shows pain and 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!
boss is back!
{Big in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}
{Big boss in effect, I bluffin'!}

Tommy revenge
But I want oxygen
When the got thick you ran
Now in my you stand
for a few hun?
Son, your fun my gun!
Now you scream true black
Boy, you to chill with that!
Cause I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty
My my lawyer
week you's a stick-up kid
And week you're in show biz
Standin' on stage, another black
get paid, so you're as balck as you gotta be
Throw up a peace sign, fakin' the
Run out of lyrics, in a Malcom X line
Hypocrite, your break the bits
The boss of brain lays pain when I
Criticized, cause I'm takin' the
And now you're tryin' to tell another brother what to
Come off tip, you know how it goes
brother gets shot and punks blame it on gold
Gold Naw, that ain't your 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 told me to stay low in my
And so did the Klan, so up, bro
Why do you think is sellin' dope, fool?
America, boy, the rules!
Play that hard 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 know the meaning of trust
I gotta so I do what I must
Some girls'll cross you when you're
why I'm my own damn boss
They'll run you down stress
If you're spring on the and chest
I'd rather be sprung on the
And put another damn freak in my
I deal with women, not
them young ones'll shake your world
I'm it like it is
a brother like Mix ain't losin' his
I got about two or three
That try to me when I'm down
But I come up, they all play dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up when I spit these hits
I'm equipped to make quit
Young bucks should all duck jaws are gettin' struck
The luck chuched, so wussup!
I ram and my jams in the mouth of a man
I'm kickin' quicker than Van
Face the facts, two stack
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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