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
from the dead once more again
Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it we go again
Oh, not me again, time I wrecked shit
Burned down the church through like the exorcist
to this, you get put on my shit list
Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck with
Wicked wild, style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho just 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, body police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a
Jack be make your body tremble
Cardiac arrest for the one in the
Then I K-I-double L
Yes, I'm with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die

again I ressurected niggaz unexpected
A closed casket when I leaped out and a basket
brother of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of a chrome to my dome
Now kinda wicked shit? This some ol' wicked shit
Not so many niggaz all over devil shit
Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so 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, in a comotose
Once I buck, ya, nigga motherfuck ya
wicked child born a bastard
Visions of bloody bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the refuses
To answer, you can shit as you question
Me and myself verses Smith and
I'm that nigga with the wicked ass
you better act like you know
'Cause the wicked will never die

The shit will never 187
Never go to and fuck that reverend
All day and
like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up
Some old wicked shit, once 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 bloody trail and you can if you want
If you truly understand but my man I think you
I'm a suicidal revital, my title's
So many niggaz will die when I write my
They don't understand that I gotta plan for the
The area nation, white
I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd be dead
But first I better put a bullet in head instead
They said that everything I was a lie
But if you go and kill the you cry
But the wicked shit will die