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 good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes (yeah yeah!)
is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred squirel (?)
out while 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, on the poster
The kinda nigga that you get close ta'
But you so you start the lyin'
like that nigga that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', and testifyin'
To all my people if i'm 'bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the

Rock]
Yo Cube, im goan all da biches here

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

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, your 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 findin' out a way to handle
Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the
How the fuck we get in the belly of bitch?
I be rich if it for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, conspiracies
I'm a say this 'till the day I die
Seven thirty fives on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard like
2pac, I keep spittin' my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to tell me i'm played
Once say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight the tenth grade do my thing
Got more plaques than got rings, nigga sayin'

Rock]
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz

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

I got the in the windshield nigga!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Cube] (verse three) {2:02}
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout second cousin (hmm), who be always 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 your
It's evident, your ass lie 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 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 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 ass on the news (yeah yeah)

Rock]
Yo Cube, out this ring, 69 karots

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

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

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

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

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Tell cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

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

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[Chris - ad lib outro...]