Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who's Back

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I got the skills to pay the
I don't pop but I send chills
Up spine when I rhyme
I get wicked you got a pick it
Sippin' on the ya know it makes me horny
Spread them legs, my ax
Fire up the and crack the kegs
Nobody fear the party's
is comin', the funky drummer's drummin'

You only came to make the front page
To get me locked up or get knocked up
But I ain't it even if I did it
I got a hundred to say I didn't hit it
My Ever last, I got the funky rhymes
I make more papers than the LA
I don't do lines, but I puff
I rock fronts, but I stuff 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 made bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, don't tryin' it
Take my advice, homeboy, twice
you step up, step back or catch a smack
Guess who's

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Everybody's in the
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He's from the dead with the shaved head
Don't start to trip, dip, I brought my
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 bucks servin' up ducks
By the pound, I got the
I never checked, I only get wrecked

I the willy drag, let my pants 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, check the next
I'm and it's a natural fact
That the man is back

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Everybody's in the
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I'll eat you up like some butter from Reese's
I in peace, but you'll leave in pieces
That's how I'm livin', how it goes
Everyday I'm sleepin', every night I'm shows
Always hoes when there's hoes 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 I got a four leaf clover
Yeah, I'm Irish, to the motherland
But on the hand
I love America, pie, mom and all that
My pockets stay phat, the fuck back
Play me close and you catch a mean of my fist
Homeboy, you get

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