Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who's Back

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I got the to pay the bills
I don't pop pills but I send
Up your spine I rhyme
I get wicked you got a booger it
Sippin' on the forty ya it makes me horny
Spread legs, grab my ax
Fire up the grill and crack the
Nobody fear the party's
Everlast is comin', the funky drummin'

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

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

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back from the dead with the shaved head
Don't start to trip, dip, I brought my
in case you wanna fuck around
I'll stare ya dead in the face and 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 checked, I only get wrecked

I the willy drag, let my pants sag
Don't give up the 'cause I ain't no fag
Checkin' out 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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I'll eat you up like some cups from Reese's
I come in peace, but leave in pieces
That's how I'm livin', that's how it
Everyday I'm sleepin', night I'm doin' shows
Always gettin' hoes when there's to get got
Always my hat so I never need a shot
Always drink a before I write a rhyme
And if I have to drive I avoid the one

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

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