Luyện nghe bài hát The Wicketshit Will Never Die

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Here comes the what'cha gone do when my crew
Back from the dead more again
up the flow again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, time I wrecked shit
Burned down the church through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my shit
Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck this
wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho just Michael
And I might go a something like this, suicidalist
Dangerous bust when I bust
up dust now I must, in God you trust
If I add then I add just this
No justice, no peace, body police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a
Jack be make your body tremble
arrest for the one in the chest
Then I K-I-double L
Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I
You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll die

Once again I niggaz unexpected
A casket 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? 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 of this
Helter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous
I know my shit's phatter Luther Vandross
Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy
Overdose, diagnose, in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, nigga ya
Voodoo wicked child born a
Visions of bloody bodies blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind,