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

[Chris
You ain't lie ta kick it

[Ice (verse one) {:02}
I ya like to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' my neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the speed
I care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad you see them hundred smokes squirel (?)
Candied out while you yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly
Wish i was your baby fatha, i got a fuckin' head on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the
The kinda that you wanna get close ta'
But you so you start the lyin'
Just like that that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout baby mama
When she meet Ice tell her save the drama

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan all da biches here

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey call me back
But i paged my auntie

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice
your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie

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

Tell cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Cube] (verse two) {1:02}
I'm a be as real as I can this
Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say the world is
Scandalist, without out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the of this bitch?
I be rich if it for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, conspiracies
I'm a say this the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hittin' like
2pac, I spittin' 'till my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to tell me i'm played
Once they say you played, you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth do my thing
Got more plaques than got rings, nigga sayin'

[Chris
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--

[Ice
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell sister, if she want me

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

[Ice Cube] (verse three)
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be 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 Moss is your
evident, your ass lie like the president
But stretch marks on your mouth is the (ha ha)
How the can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass full of fender benz
you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man in handcuffs
We should do you like the said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black
Let him ooze, let him
Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the (yeah yeah)

Rock]
Yo Cube, out this ring, 69 karots

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

--You got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice
Tell your mama, your daddy, tell your auntie

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

{repeat 4 lines}

[Chris - ad lib outro...]