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

[Chris
You gotta lie ta kick it

[Ice Cube] (verse one)
I ya like to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the that's rollin' thru my neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five
I care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred smokes (?)
Candied out you spit 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 lead in my holster, face on the
The kinda nigga you wanna get close ta'
But you can't so you start the
Just like that that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', and testifyin'
To all my if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches

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

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

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

Cube]
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 it--

Cube] (verse two) {1:02}
I'm a be as as I can with this
Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who say that the world is
Scandalist, without findin' out a way to this
Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the
How the fuck we get in the belly of this
I be rich if it for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, wild
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 that i'm
Once they say you played, nigga you must be (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' since the tenth grade do my thing
Got plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

Rock]
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

I got the Playstation in the nigga!

--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 cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

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

Cube] (verse three) {2:02}
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth
Talkin' 'bout (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second (hmm), who be always buzzin'
Where she was or wasn't, who she now
Stories by the dozen Punch you got the (what?)
To let you tell it Randy Moss is your
It's evident, ass lie like the president
But marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And little ass car's full of fender benz
There you go on the with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' a man that's in handcuffs
We do you like the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em a black head
Let him ooze, let him
Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the (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 kick

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

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

{repeat 4 lines}

[Chris - ad lib outro...]