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

Once again I ressurected niggaz
A closed when I leaped out and blasted a basket
Case brother of I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of a chrome 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 of this
skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous
I know my shit's phatter than Vandross
Psychic wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a
Once I buck, buck ya, nigga ya
Voodoo child born a bastard
Visions of bloody bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental
my mind, thought the flatline refuses
To answer, you can fess shit as you
Me and verses Smith and Wesson
I'm nigga with the wicked ass flow
Bitch you act like you know
the wicked shit will never die

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