Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who's Back

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who's back

I got the to pay the bills
I pop pills but I send chills
Up your spine when I
I get wicked you got a booger it
Sippin' on the forty ya know it makes me
Spread them legs, my ax
up the grill and crack the kegs
Nobody fear the party's
is comin', the funky drummer's drummin'

You only came backstage to make the front
To get me locked up or get knocked up
But I with it even if I did it
I got a homeboys to say I didn't hit it
My name's last, I got the funky rhymes
I make more than the LA Times
I don't do lines, but I blunts
I don't rock fronts, but I stunts

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

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Everybody's in the
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He's

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

I kick the willy drag, let my sag
Don't give up the 'cause I ain't no fag
out check it, I'm prone to wreck shit
If ya dig joint, check the next shit
I'm Everlast and a natural fact
the white man is back

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

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

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

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