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 rollin' my neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' bleed (yeah yeah!)
is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred smokes (?)
Candied out while you spit yo' on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm hotta than watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, 'cause i got a 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 think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', and testifyin'
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her the drama

Rock]
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches

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

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

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

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

[Ice Cube] (verse two)
I'm a be as as I can with this
Not the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without findin' out a way to this
this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of bitch?
I be if it wasn't 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 hittin' like
2pac, I keep 'till my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm
Once say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' since the tenth grade do my thing
Got plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

[Chris
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz

--You got to lie ta kick it--

I got the Playstation in the nigga!

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

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

--You got to lie ta kick it--

your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice (verse three) {2:02}
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your runnin'
Talkin' 'bout (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your 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 Moss is your people
It's evident, ass lie like the president
But stretch marks on mouth is the evidence (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 stand your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' a man that's in handcuffs
We should do you the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black
Let him ooze, let him
Let him lie by his ass on the news (yeah yeah)

[Chris
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

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

Tell cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

{repeat last 4

[Chris - ad lib outro...]