Luyện nghe bài hát The Wicketshit Will Never Die

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Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do my crew
Back from the dead once again
Fuckin' up the flow again, it here 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
Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck this
Wicked wild, style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm just like Michael
And I might go a little something this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust when I
Digging up now I must, in God you trust
If I add just then I add this
No justice, no peace, bloody police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a
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 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 I leaped out and blasted a basket
Case of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my
Now what kinda wicked shit? This ol' wicked shit
Not so many all over devil diggin' shit
Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of
skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous
I my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross
Psychic wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a
Once I buck, buck ya, nigga ya
Voodoo wicked child born a
Visions of bodies bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head abuses
Loses my mind,