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 once more
up the flow again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last I wrecked shit
Burned down the church comin' through the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my shit
Throw lifers get dissed you fuck with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get wild
I'm psycho just Michael
And I might go a 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 body
Belly of da pig got me for a cracker
Jack be nimble make your tremble
arrest for the one in the chest
Then I L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S
Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I
You try but don't cry, 'cause the shit'll never die

Once again I niggaz unexpected
A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a
brother of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of a chrome to my dome
Now what kinda 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 connection hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, in a comotose
I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya
Voodoo wicked child born a
Visions of bloody bodies blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, in my head mental abuses
my mind, thought the flatline refuses
To answer, you can shit 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 will die

The shit will never 187
Never go to heaven and fuck that
All day and
Feel like givin' up, mind starts up
Some old wicked shit, again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm gonna get into heaven
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 and you can follow if you want
If you truly 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 understand that I gotta plan for the klan
The nation, white caucasian
I'm of all the bullshit I'd rather be dead
But first I better put a in your head instead
said that everything I said was a lie
But if you go and kill the you cry
But the wicked shit never die