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

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Here the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew
Back from the dead once again
Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we go
Oh, not me again, time 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 can't fuck this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I give a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho just like
And I might go a little something this, suicidalist
Dangerous bust when I bust
Digging up now I must, in God you trust
If I add then I add just this
No justice, no peace, body police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a
Jack be nimble make your tremble
Cardiac arrest for the one in the
Then I K-I-double L
Yes, I'm down N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked never die

Once I ressurected niggaz unexpected
A closed casket 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 shit
Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of
Helter skelter bite my shit, so ridiculous
I know my shit's than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a
Once I buck, buck ya, motherfuck ya
Voodoo child born a bastard
Visions of bodies bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head abuses
my mind, thought the flatline refuses
To answer, you can fess shit as you
Me and myself verses Smith and
I'm nigga with the wicked ass flow
Bitch you act like you know
'Cause the shit will never die

The wicked will never 187
go to heaven and fuck that reverend
All day and
Feel like givin' up, starts blowin' up
Some old wicked shit, once 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 is true
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 you don't
I'm a suicidal revital, my title's
So many niggaz will die when I my recital
They understand that I gotta plan for the klan
The area nation, white
I'm sick of all the I'd rather be dead
But first I better put a bullet in your instead
They said that everything I was a lie
But if you go and kill the you cry
But the wicked will never die