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

[Chris
You gotta lie ta kick it

Cube] (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 five
I don't care if his motherfuckin' bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my
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 holly watta
Wish i was your fatha, 'cause i got a fuckin' head 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 nigga think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her the drama

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan have all da here

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she me

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

Cube] (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 with the or the fist
How the we get in the belly of this bitch?
I be rich if it for the snitch
to the enemies, wild conspiracies
I'm a say this the day that I die
Seven fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin'
2pac, I spittin' 'till 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 grade do my thing
Got more than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

Rock]
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz

--You got to lie ta kick it--

I got the in the windshield nigga!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

[Ice (verse three) {2:02}
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be 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, your ass lie like the
But marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And little ass car's full of fender benz
There you go on the stand your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in
We should do you like the Mack
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a head
Let him ooze, let him
Let him lie by his ass on the news (yeah yeah)

[Chris
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

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

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

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

Tell your cousin, tell sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

{repeat last 4

[Chris - ad lib outro...]