Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who's Back

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I got the skills to pay the
I pop pills but I send chills
Up spine when I rhyme
I get you got a booger pick it
Sippin' on the forty ya it makes me horny
them legs, grab my ax
Fire up the grill and the kegs
fear the party's here
Everlast is comin', the drummer's drummin'

You only 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 homeboys to say I didn't hit it
My name's Ever last, I got the funky
I make papers than the LA Times
I don't do lines, but I blunts
I don't rock fronts, but I stunts

Fill 'em to the like a cup of coffee
If ya don't me, homey, back up off me
'Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly
You wind up dead, you your bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, bother tryin' it
Take my advice, homeboy, twice
Before you step up, step back or catch a
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He's back from the with the shaved head
start to trip, dip, I brought my lead
Just in case you fuck around
I'll ya dead in the face and then I'll buck ya down
I'll put ya six deep, some say talk's cheap
But I make big bucks servin' up punk
By the pound, I got the
I been checked, I only get wrecked

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

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

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

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