Luyện nghe bài hát The Boss Is Back

We have sights to show you
This for your eyes...
AaaAAAA, the is back!

The is back!

So I a one-year hiatus
nobody heard my latest
You thought was through
But I'm back; boot's on you
happened to all the old homies?
When the money gets funny lonely
My ex turned a slut
Down at the Hollywood, that butt
perfume and a mini-skirt
Girl, what's your of work?
Now that I'm rollin', you roll with me
But have you been to the clinic
you had six condoms, see
Today you got
you out like a paper sack
This brother Sprung On The Cat
What all the old homies?
I got so they call me phony
But I to lay it low,
When a brother 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 back you're to shank, but no thanks!
My face shows pain and strain as I 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!
{Big in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}
boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}

Tommy revenge
But I want your
the game got thick you ran
Now in my you stand
Beggin' for a few
Son, fun meets my gun!
Now you scream true black
Boy, you need to with that!
Cause I'm an e-qual de-stroyer
My my lawyer
Last you's a stick-up kid
And this week you're in biz
Standin' on stage, another black
get paid, so you're as balck as you gotta be
Throw up a sign, fakin' the rhymes
Run out of lyrics, scratch in a Malcom X
Hypocrite, your hits the bits
The of brain lays pain when I spit
Criticized, cause I'm takin' the
And now you're tryin' to tell another brother to wear?
Come off that tip, you know how it
brother gets shot and punks blame it on gold
Gold Naw, that ain't your problem
The job of a rapper is to find em and em
Now you're crying bout a brother owns
died so you could buy your throne
I ain't got time to take in reverse
You or the KKK, worse?
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 hard role and say you ain't with that
And everything you're cryin' 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
Some girls'll cross you when you're
why I'm my own damn boss
They'll run you down with
If you're spring on the butt and
I'd be sprung on the ducat
And put another freak in my bucket
I deal women, not girls
Cause them young shake your world
I'm it like it is
a brother like Mix ain't losin' his
I got two or three clowns
try to kick me when I'm down
But when I come up, all play dumb
All of a sudden, we, not one
I zip up lips when I these hits
I'm to make misfits quit
Young bucks should all cause jaws are gettin' struck
The gets chuched, so wussup!
I ram and cram my in the mouth of a man
I'm quicker than Van Damme
Face the facts, two stack
off, fool, or get cracked!
The is back!

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