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

[Chris
You ain't gotta lie ta it

Cube] (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 motherfuckin' bleed (yeah yeah!)
is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad when you see hundred smokes squirel (?)
out while you spit yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm than holly watta
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 that you wanna get ta'
But you can't so you the lyin'
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 Ice Cube tell her save the drama

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan have all da here

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

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

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

your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

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

[Ice (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, findin' out a way to handle this
this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of this
I be if it wasn't for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, wild
I'm a say this 'till the day I die
Seven thirty fives bring on bitches
While you bullshitin', I'm hard like
2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my stop
niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm played
Once they say you played, nigga you be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight 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 it--

I got the in the windshield nigga!

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

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

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

[Ice (verse three) {2:02}
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin'
'Bout your cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin'
she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'
Stories by the Punch you got the sequel (what?)
To let you tell it Randy is your people
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 with hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in
We should do you like the Mack
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

Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she me

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

{repeat last 4

[Chris - ad lib outro...]