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 like to see me bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's thru my neighborhood
Fuckin' wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my
Don't get mad when you see them hundred squirel (?)
out while you spit yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm hotta than watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, 'cause i got a fuckin' on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, on the poster
The nigga that 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 talkin 'bout baby mama
When she meet Ice tell her save the drama

Rock]
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 paged my auntie

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

[Ice
Tell mama, tell your daddy, tell your 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 just the fake analyst on canabis, who say that the world is
Scandalist, findin' out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the of this bitch?
I be rich if it wasn't for the
Lyin' to the enemies, wild
I'm a say 'till the day that I die
Seven fives bring 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, you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the grade do my thing
Got plaques 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 in the windshield nigga!

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Tell cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice Cube] (verse three)
I hate to see ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
your second cousin (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 it Randy Moss is your people
It's evident, your ass lie the president
But stretch marks on mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the can your friends 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 should do you 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 ass on the news (yeah yeah)

Rock]
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

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

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

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

{repeat last 4

Rock - ad lib outro...]