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

[Chris
You gotta lie ta kick it

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

[Chris
Yo Cube, im have all da biches here

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

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me
But i just my auntie

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

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

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice (verse two) {1:02}
I'm a be as as I can with this
Not just the analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, findin' out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of bitch?
I be if it wasn't for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, wild
I'm a say 'till the day that I die
Seven fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard like
2pac, I keep spittin' my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to tell me i'm played
Once they say you played, nigga you be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my
Got plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

[Chris
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

I got the in the windshield nigga!

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

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

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she me

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice (verse three) {2:02}
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth
'bout somethin' (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 Moss is people
It's evident, ass lie like the president
But marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can your be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass car's of fender benz
you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' a man that's in handcuffs
We do you like the Mack said
And if he lie like a pop 'em like a black head
Let him ooze, let him
Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the (yeah yeah)

[Chris
Yo Cube, out this ring, 69 karots

--You got to lie ta kick it--

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

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

your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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[Chris - ad lib outro...]