Luyện nghe bài hát The Wicked Shit Will Never Die - 1994

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Here comes the what'cha gone do when my crew
from the dead once more again
Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I shit
Burned down the church comin' through like the
Next to this, you get put on my shit
Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck with
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get wild
I'm psycho like Michael
And I might go a little something this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust I bust
Digging up dust now I must, in God you
If I add just I add just this
No justice, no peace, body police
Belly of da pig got me for a cracker
Jack be nimble make body tremble
arrest for the one in the chest
Then I K-I-double L
Yes, I'm with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but don't cry, the wicked shit'll never die

Once again I niggaz unexpected
A closed casket when I leaped out and a basket
Case brother of I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my
Now what kinda wicked shit? some ol' wicked shit
Not so many all over devil diggin' shit
Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so of this
skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous
I know my shit's phatter than Vandross
Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a
Once I buck, buck ya, nigga ya
Voodoo child born a bastard
Visions of bloody bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental
my mind, thought the flatline refuses
To answer, you can shit as you question
Me and myself Smith and Wesson
I'm that nigga the wicked ass flow
Bitch you act like you know
the wicked shit will never die

The wicked shit will 187
Never go to and fuck that reverend
All day and
Feel like givin' up, mind starts up
Some old wicked shit, once I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm gonna get into heaven
why I bought me a three 57
Fuck a reverend, and God I can't is true
So when I go to hell, me and not you
I'ma walk the trail and you can follow if you want
If you truly understand but my man I you don't
I'm a suicidal revital, my title's
So many niggaz will die when I my recital
They don't understand that I gotta for the klan
The area nation, caucasian
I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd be dead
But first I put a bullet in your head instead
They said that I said was a lie
But if you go and kill the you cry
But the wicked will never die