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 like to see me bad
But i'm doin' good, the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the 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 smokes (?)
Candied out you spit yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm hotta holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, 'cause i got a fuckin' on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the
The kinda nigga that you wanna get 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 your mama
she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama

[Chris
Yo Cube, im have all da biches here

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Cube] (verse two) {1:02}
I'm a be as real as I can this
Not the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either with the or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of this
I be rich if it wasn't for the
Lyin' to the enemies, conspiracies
I'm a say 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard like
2pac, I spittin' 'till my heart stop
Young niggas to tell me that i'm played
Once they say you played, nigga you must be (HA HA! huh ha)
weight since 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 in the windshield nigga!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice Cube] (verse three)
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth
Talkin' 'bout (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin'
Where she was or wasn't, who she now
Stories by the Punch you got the sequel (what?)
To let you tell it Randy Moss is your
It's evident, ass lie like the president
But stretch marks on your mouth is the (ha ha)
How the fuck can your be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass car's full of benz
There you go on the with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in
We should do you 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)

Rock]
Yo Cube, out this ring, 69 karots

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

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

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she me

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

{repeat last 4

[Chris - ad lib outro...]