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

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Here comes the voodoo what'cha do when my crew
Back from the dead more again
Fuckin' up the again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked
Burned down the church through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my list
Throw lifers get dissed you fuck with this
wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho just Michael
And I go a little something like this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust when I
Digging up dust now I must, in God you
If I add just I add just this
No justice, no peace, bloody police
Belly of da pig got me for a cracker
Jack be make your body tremble
Cardiac for the one in the chest
Then I L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S
Yes, I'm with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll die

Once again I ressurected unexpected
A casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket
brother of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' fatal of puttin' a chrome to my dome
Now what wicked shit? This some ol' wicked shit
Not so niggaz all over devil diggin' shit
up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this
Helter skelter bite my shit, it's so
I know my shit's phatter than Luther
Psychic wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a
I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya
Voodoo wicked child born a
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 verses Smith and
I'm that nigga with the wicked ass
you better act like you know
'Cause the wicked shit will die

The wicked shit will 187
go to heaven and fuck that reverend
All day and
Feel like givin' up, starts blowin' up
Some old shit, once again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm never gonna get into
That's why I me a three 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 trail and you can follow if you want
If you understand but my man I think you don't
I'm a suicidal revital, my homicidal
So many will die when I write my recital
They don't understand I gotta plan for the klan
The nation, white caucasian
I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be
But first I better put a bullet in your head
They said everything I said was a lie
But if you go and the fetus you cry
But the wicked shit never die