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 chills
Up your spine when I
I get wicked you got a pick it
Sippin' on the forty ya know it me horny
Spread them legs, my ax
up the grill and crack the kegs
Nobody fear the here
Everlast is comin', the drummer's drummin'

You only backstage to make the front page
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 name's Ever last, I got the funky
I make more than the LA Times
I don't do lines, but I blunts
I don't rock fronts, but I stuff

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, fly ahead
You wind up dead, you made bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, bother tryin' it
Take my advice, homeboy, twice
Before you step up, back or catch a smack
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He's back from the dead with the head
Don't to trip, dip, I brought my lead
Just in case you fuck around
I'll stare ya dead in the and then I'll buck ya down
I'll put ya six deep, some say talk's cheap
But I big bucks servin' up punk ducks
By the pound, I got the
I never been checked, I get wrecked

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

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

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

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