Luyện nghe bài hát The Wicketshit Will Never Die

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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 here we go
Oh, not me again, last time I shit
Burned down the comin' through like 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 psycho just like
And I might go a little something like this,
Dangerous minds bust when I
up dust now I must, in God you trust
If I add just I add just this
No justice, no peace, body police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a
be nimble make your body tremble
Cardiac arrest for the one in the
Then I K-I-double L
Yes, I'm with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll die

Once I ressurected niggaz unexpected
A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a
Case brother of I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my
Now what kinda wicked shit? some ol' wicked shit
Not so many niggaz all over 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 know my phatter than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection 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
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental
Loses my mind,