Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Gotta Lie Ta Kick It

[Chris
You ain't lie ta kick it

Cube] (verse one) {:02}
I know ya like to see me bad
But i'm good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood
Fuckin' wood see me in the five speed
I don't if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred squirel (?)
Candied out while you spit yo' on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm hotta holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, 'cause i got a fuckin' head on my
And lead in my holster, on the poster
The nigga that you wanna get close ta'
But you so you start the lyin'
Just like that nigga that think he
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and
To all my if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her the drama

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan have all da here

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't me back
But i paged my auntie

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Cube]
Tell your mama, your daddy, tell your auntie

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice Cube] (verse two)
I'm a be as as I can with this
Not just the analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without findin' out a way to this
Dismantle this, either the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of this
I be rich if it for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, wild
I'm a say 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard like
2pac, I keep spittin' my heart stop
niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm played
Once say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight the tenth grade do my thing
Got more than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

Rock]
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

I got the Playstation in the nigga!

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Cube]
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, your auntie

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice Cube] (verse three)
I hate to see your ass (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second (hmm), who be always buzzin'
she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'
Stories by the dozen Punch you got the (what?)
To let you tell it Randy is your people
It's evident, your ass lie the president
But stretch marks on mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can your be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass car's of fender benz
There you go on the stand your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man in handcuffs
We should do you the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black
Let him ooze, let him
Let him lie by his ass on the news (yeah yeah)

Rock]
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Cube]
Tell mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

--You ain't got to lie ta it--

Tell your cousin, tell sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

{repeat last 4

Rock - ad lib outro...]