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

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Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my
Back the dead once more again
Fuckin' up the again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, time I wrecked shit
down the church comin' through like 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 don't give a fuck I'll get wild
I'm just like Michael
And I might go a little something this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust when I
up dust now I must, in God you trust
If I add just then I add just
No justice, no peace, body police
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 don't cry, 'cause the wicked never die

Once again I ressurected unexpected
A closed casket when I out and blasted a basket
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 many niggaz all over devil shit
up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this
Helter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous
I know my shit's phatter than Luther
connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, nigga ya
Voodoo wicked born a bastard
Visions of bloody bodies blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, the flatline refuses
To answer, you can shit as you question
Me and verses Smith and Wesson
I'm that nigga 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 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 gonna get into
That's why I me a three 57
Fuck a reverend, and God I trust is true
So when I go to hell, me and not you
I'ma walk the trail and you can follow if you want
If you understand but my man I think you don't
I'm a revital, my title's homicidal
So niggaz will die when I write my recital
They don't understand that I gotta for the klan
The nation, white caucasian
I'm sick of all the I'd rather be dead
But first I put a bullet in your head instead
said that everything I said was a lie
But if you go and the fetus you cry
But the wicked shit never die