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 the dead once more again
Fuckin' up the again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, time I wrecked shit
Burned the church comin' through like the exorcist
to this, you get put on my shit list
Throw lifers get you can't fuck with this
wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho just Michael
And I might go a little something this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust I bust
Digging up dust now I must, in God you
If I add just I add just this
No justice, no peace, bloody police
Belly of da pig got me for a cracker
Jack be nimble your body tremble
Cardiac for the one in the chest
Then I L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S
Yes, I'm down N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but don't cry, 'cause the shit'll never die

Once again I ressurected unexpected
A closed casket when I leaped out and a basket
Case brother of I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a to my dome
Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol' shit
Not so many all over devil diggin' shit
Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of
Helter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous
I know my shit's phatter Luther Vandross
Psychic connection hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a
I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya
Voodoo wicked child a bastard
Visions of bloody bodies blasted
of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the flatline
To answer, you can shit as you question
Me and myself verses and Wesson
I'm nigga with the wicked ass flow
Bitch you act like you know
'Cause the wicked shit will die

The wicked will never 187
go to heaven and fuck that reverend
All day and
Feel like up, mind starts blowin' up
old wicked shit, once again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm never get into heaven
That's why I 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 the bloody 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 many 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 bullshit I'd rather be
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