Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who's Back

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

You only came backstage to make the front
To get me locked up or get yourself 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 Ever last, I got the funky
I make more than the LA Times
I do lines, but I puff blunts
I don't rock fronts, but I stuff

Fill 'em to the brim like a cup of
If ya know me, homey, back up off me
I ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead
You up dead, you made your bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, don't tryin' it
my advice, homeboy, think twice
Before you step up, step back or catch a
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He's back from the dead with the head
Don't to trip, dip, I brought my lead
in case you wanna fuck around
I'll stare ya dead in the face and then I'll buck ya
I'll put ya six deep, some say talk's cheap
But I make big bucks servin' up ducks
By the pound, I got the
I never been checked, I only get

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

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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', how it goes
Everyday I'm sleepin', every night I'm doin'
Always gettin' hoes when hoes to get got
Always wear my hat so I need a shot
Always drink a beer I write a rhyme
And if I to drive I avoid the one time

Stay between the lines and I won't get over
I don't need luck 'cause I got a leaf clover
Yeah, I'm Irish, to the motherland
But on the hand
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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