Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who's Back

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

You only came backstage to make the front
To get me up or get yourself knocked up
But I ain't with it if I did it
I got a hundred homeboys to say I hit it
My Ever last, I got the funky rhymes
I more 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 brim a cup of coffee
If ya don't me, homey, back up off me
I ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead
You wind up dead, you made bed
Now ya lie in it, don't bother tryin' it
Take my advice, homeboy, think
Before you up, step back or catch a smack
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He's back the dead with the shaved head
Don't start to trip, dip, I my lead
Just in case you wanna 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 never been checked, I get wrecked

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

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I'll eat you up like some 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', every night I'm doin'
Always gettin' hoes when hoes to get got
wear my hat so I never need a shot
Always drink a beer before I write a
And if I have to drive I the one time

Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled
I don't need luck 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 pockets stay phat, the fuck back
Play me close and you a mean dose of my fist
Homeboy, you get

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