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

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Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do my crew
Back from the once more again
Fuckin' up the again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, time I wrecked shit
Burned down the church comin' like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my shit
Throw lifers get dissed you can't with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm just like Michael
And I might go a little something like this,
Dangerous bust when I bust
Digging up dust now I must, in God you
If I add just then I add this
No justice, no peace, bloody body
of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker
Jack be nimble make your tremble
Cardiac for the one in the chest
Then I L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S
Yes, I'm down N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die

Once again I niggaz unexpected
A casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket
Case of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome
Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol' shit
Not so many niggaz all devil diggin' shit
up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this
Helter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous
I know my shit's than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a
I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya
Voodoo wicked child a bastard
Visions of bloody bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head abuses
Loses my mind, thought the flatline
To answer, you can fess shit as you
Me and myself Smith and Wesson
I'm that with the wicked ass flow
Bitch you better act like you
'Cause the wicked shit will die

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