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
from the dead once more again
Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked
Burned down the church comin' through the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my list
Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I give a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho just Michael
And I might go a little something like this,
Dangerous minds bust I bust
Digging up now I must, in God you trust
If I add just I add just this
No justice, no peace, bloody police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a
Jack be nimble make your body
Cardiac arrest for the one in the
I K-I-double 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, the wicked shit'll never die

again I ressurected niggaz unexpected
A closed when I leaped out and blasted a basket
Case of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' fatal of puttin' a chrome to my dome
Now what kinda wicked shit? This ol' wicked shit
Not so niggaz all over devil diggin' shit
Stay up off my dick, my sick, but I'm so sick of this
Helter skelter my shit, it's so ridiculous
I know my shit's phatter than Luther
Psychic wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, motherfuck ya
Voodoo wicked child a bastard
Visions of bloody bein' blasted
of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, the flatline refuses
To answer, you can fess as you question
Me and verses Smith and Wesson
I'm that nigga with the ass flow
you better act like you know
'Cause the wicked will never die

The wicked shit will 187
go to heaven and fuck that reverend
All day and
Feel like givin' up, mind starts up
Some old 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 is true
So I go to hell, better me and not you
I'ma walk the bloody and you can follow if you want
If you truly understand but my man I think you
I'm a suicidal revital, my homicidal
So many niggaz 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 be dead
But first I better put a bullet in head instead
They said that I said was a lie
But if you go and kill the you cry
But the wicked shit will die