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

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Here comes the voodoo gone do when my crew
from the dead once more again
Fuckin' up the again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked
Burned down the church through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my shit
Throw get dissed you can't fuck with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck
I'm psycho just like
And I might go a little like this, suicidalist
minds bust when I bust
Digging up 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 nimble your body 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, the wicked shit'll never die

Once again I ressurected unexpected
A closed when I leaped out and blasted a basket
brother of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome
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 sick of
Helter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous
I my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection wanna hit me with the ghost
Overdose, diagnose, in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, motherfuck ya
wicked child born a bastard
Visions of bloody bodies blasted
of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the refuses
To answer, you can fess as you question
Me and myself Smith and Wesson
I'm nigga with the wicked ass flow
Bitch you better act like you
'Cause the wicked shit never die

The wicked will never 187
Never go to and fuck that reverend
All day and
Feel like givin' up, starts blowin' up
Some old wicked shit, again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm never gonna get into
why I bought 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 trail and you can if you want
If you truly but my man I think you don't
I'm a suicidal revital, my title's
So many will die when I write my recital
They don't understand that I gotta for the klan
The area nation, white
I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be
But first I better put a bullet in your head
They said everything I said was a lie
But if you go and kill the you cry
But the shit will never die