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 to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my
peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, is my world
get mad when you see them hundred smokes squirel (?)
Candied out while you yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly
i was your 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 that nigga that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and
To all my people if i'm 'bout your baby mama
she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Tell your cousin, tell sister, if she want me

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

[Ice (verse two) {1:02}
I'm a be as as I can with 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 we get in the belly of this bitch?
I be if it wasn't for the snitch
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 tryin' to tell me that i'm played
Once they say you played, nigga you must be (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the grade do my thing
Got more 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 Playstation in the nigga!

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice
Tell your mama, tell 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 to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always
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 on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass car's full of benz
There you go on the stand with your up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man in handcuffs
We should do you like the Mack
And if he lie like a pop 'em like a black head
Let him ooze, let him
Let him lie by his ass on the news (yeah yeah)

Rock]
Yo Cube, check out ring, 69 karots

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

--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--

{repeat 4 lines}

Rock - ad lib outro...]