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
Back from the dead once more
Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it we go again
Oh, not me again, last I wrecked shit
Burned down the comin' through like the exorcist
to this, you get put on my shit list
Throw lifers get dissed you fuck with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho like Michael
And I might go a something like this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust when I
Digging up now I must, in God you trust
If I add just then I add this
No justice, no peace, bloody police
of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker
Jack be make your body tremble
Cardiac arrest for the one in the
Then I K-I-double L
Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I
You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll die

Once again I ressurected niggaz
A closed when I leaped out and blasted a basket
brother of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my
Now what kinda shit? This some ol' wicked 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 skelter my shit, it's so ridiculous
I know my shit's phatter Luther Vandross
Psychic connection wanna hit me with the ghost
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a
Once I buck, buck ya, nigga ya
wicked child born a bastard
Visions of bodies bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the refuses
To answer, you can fess shit as you
Me and verses Smith and Wesson
I'm that nigga the wicked ass flow
Bitch you act like you know
'Cause the shit will never die

The wicked will never 187
Never go to heaven and fuck reverend
All day and
Feel givin' up, mind starts blowin' up
Some old wicked shit, once again I'm up
A fit, I'm never gonna get into
why I bought 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 bloody trail and you can follow if you
If you truly understand but my man I think you
I'm a revital, my title's homicidal
So many niggaz will die I write my recital
They don't understand that I gotta for the klan
The area nation, caucasian
I'm sick of all the I'd rather be dead
But first I better put a in your head instead
They that everything I said was a lie
But if you go and the fetus you cry
But the shit will never die