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

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Here comes the voodoo 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, time I wrecked shit
Burned the church comin' through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my list
Throw lifers get you can't fuck with this
Wicked wild, style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho just Michael
And I go a little something like this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust I bust
up dust now I must, in God you trust
If I add then I add just this
No justice, no peace, bloody body
Belly of da pig got me 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 with N-A-T-A-S, I
You try but cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die

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

The wicked shit will 187
Never go to heaven and fuck reverend
All day and
Feel like up, mind starts blowin' up
old wicked shit, once again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm gonna get into heaven
That's why I bought me a 57
Fuck a reverend, and God I can't trust is
So I go to hell, better me and not you
walk the bloody trail and you can follow if you want
If you truly understand but my man I you don't
I'm a suicidal revital, my homicidal
So many niggaz die when I write my recital
They don't understand that I gotta plan for the
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
said that everything I said was a lie
But if you go and the fetus you cry
But the wicked will never die