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 spine when I rhyme
I get wicked you got a booger it
Sippin' on the ya know it makes me horny
them legs, grab my ax
Fire up the grill and crack the
Nobody the party's here
Everlast is comin', the funky drummer's

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

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

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He's back from the dead with the shaved
start to trip, dip, I brought my lead
Just in case you wanna fuck
stare ya dead in the face and then I'll buck ya down
I'll put ya six feet deep, some say talk's
But I make big servin' up punk ducks
By the pound, I got the
I never been checked, I only get

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

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

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

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