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 dead once more
Fuckin' up the again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked
Burned the church comin' through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my list
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 just like Michael
And I might go a little like this, suicidalist
minds bust when I bust
Digging up dust now I must, in God you
If I add then I add just this
No justice, no peace, bloody police
of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker
Jack be make your body tremble
arrest for the one in the chest
Then I K-I-double L
Yes, I'm down N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die

Once I ressurected niggaz unexpected
A closed when I leaped out and blasted a basket
brother of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of a chrome to my dome
Now what kinda wicked shit? This ol' wicked shit
Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin'
up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this
Helter skelter my shit, it's so ridiculous
I my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross
connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, nigga ya
Voodoo child born a bastard
of bloody bodies bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head abuses
Loses my mind, thought the refuses
To answer, you can fess as you question
Me and verses Smith and Wesson
I'm that with the wicked ass flow
Bitch you act like you know
'Cause the wicked shit never die

The wicked shit never 187
go to heaven and fuck that reverend
All day and
like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up
Some old wicked shit, again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm never get into heaven
why I bought me a three 57
Fuck a reverend, and God I can't trust is
So I go to hell, better 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 suicidal revital, my homicidal
So many will die when I write my recital
They don't that I gotta plan for the klan
The area nation, white
I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd be dead
But I better put a bullet in your 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