Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who's Back

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I got the skills to pay the
I pop pills but I send chills
Up your spine when I
I get wicked you got a booger it
Sippin' on the forty ya know it me horny
Spread legs, grab my ax
Fire up the and crack the kegs
Nobody the party's here
Everlast is comin', the drummer's drummin'

You came 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 to say I didn't hit it
My name's last, I got the funky rhymes
I make more papers than the LA
I do lines, but I puff blunts
I don't rock fronts, but I stunts

'em to the brim like a cup of coffee
If ya know me, homey, back up off me
'Cause I soft, see, I'll fly ahead
You wind up dead, you your bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, bother tryin' it
Take my advice, homeboy, think
Before you step up, step back or catch a
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He's back from the with the shaved head
Don't start to trip, dip, I my lead
Just in case you wanna around
I'll stare ya dead in the face and I'll buck ya down
I'll put ya six feet deep, say talk's cheap
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
Don't give up the 'cause I ain't no fag
Checkin' out check it, I'm prone to wreck
If ya dig joint, check the next shit
I'm Everlast and it's a fact
That the man is back

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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', that's how it
Everyday I'm sleepin', every I'm doin' shows
Always gettin' hoes when there's to get got
wear 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 won't get over
I don't need luck 'cause I got a four leaf
Yeah, I'm Irish, to the motherland
But on the hand
I America, apple pie, mom and all that
My pockets stay phat, step the back
Play me and you catch a mean dose of my fist
Homeboy, you get

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