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

[Chris
You ain't gotta lie ta it

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

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan all da biches here

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

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

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

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Tell your cousin, tell sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice (verse two) {1:02}
I'm a be as real as I can this
Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the is
Scandalist, without out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either the rhyme 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, wild
I'm a say 'till the day that I die
thirty fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard like
2pac, I keep 'till my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm
Once they say you played, nigga you be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth 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!

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Tell cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

[Ice Cube] (verse three)
I to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be buzzin'
Where she was or wasn't, who she now
by the dozen Punch you got the sequel (what?)
To let you tell it Randy Moss is people
evident, your ass lie like the president
But stretch marks on your is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can your be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass car's of fender benz
There you go on the stand with hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man in handcuffs
We do you like the Mack said
And if he lie a crackhead 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 ain't got to lie ta kick

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

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 ain't got to lie ta it--

{repeat last 4

Rock - ad lib outro...]