Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who's Back

Guess who's
who's back
Guess who's
Guess back
Guess back

I got the skills to pay the
I don't pop but I send chills
Up your spine when I
I get wicked you got a pick it
Sippin' on the forty ya know it makes me
Spread legs, grab my ax
Fire up the grill and the kegs
Nobody fear the here
Everlast is comin', the funky drummer's

You came backstage to make the front page
To get me locked up or get knocked up
But I ain't with it if I did it
I got a hundred to say I didn't hit it
My Ever last, I got the funky rhymes
I make papers than the LA Times
I do lines, but I puff blunts
I don't rock fronts, but I stunts

'em to the brim like a cup of coffee
If ya don't me, homey, back up off me
'Cause I soft, see, I'll fly ahead
You up dead, you made your bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, bother tryin' it
Take my advice, homeboy, think
you step up, step back or catch a smack
Guess who's

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Guess who's
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Guess who's
He's
who's back

He's
Everybody's in the
He's
Everybody's in the
He's
in the street
He's
He's

back from the dead with the shaved head
Don't to trip, dip, I brought my lead
Just in case you wanna around
I'll stare ya dead in the face and then buck ya down
I'll put ya six feet deep, some say talk's
But I make big servin' up punk ducks
By the pound, I got the
I never been checked, I only get

I the willy drag, let my pants sag
give up the booty 'cause I ain't no fag
Checkin' out check it, I'm prone to wreck
If ya dig this joint, check the next
I'm and it's a natural fact
That the white man is

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Everybody's in the
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Everybody's in the
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Everybody's in the

I'll eat you up some butter cups from Reese's
I come in peace, but you'll in pieces
That's how I'm livin', that's how it
I'm sleepin', every night I'm doin' shows
Always gettin' when there's hoes to get got
wear my hat so I never need a shot
Always a beer before I write a rhyme
And if I to drive I avoid the one time

Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled
I don't need luck 'cause I got a four leaf
Yeah, I'm Irish, to the motherland
But on the other
I love America, apple pie, mom and all
My pockets stay phat, step the fuck
Play me close and you catch a mean of my fist
Homeboy, you get

He's
Guess who's
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Everybody's in the
He's
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