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

[Chris
You ain't lie ta kick it

Cube] (verse one) {:02}
I ya like to see me doin' bad
But i'm good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood
peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred smokes (?)
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, face on the
The kinda nigga that you get close ta'
But you can't so you the lyin'
Just like that that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout baby mama
When she meet Ice Cube tell her the drama

Rock]
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

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

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice (verse two) {1:02}
I'm a be as real as I can this
Not just the analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without findin' out a way to this
Dismantle this, with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of this
I be rich if it for the snitch
to the enemies, wild conspiracies
I'm a say this the day that I die
thirty fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard like
2pac, I keep spittin' my heart stop
niggas tryin' to tell me that 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 than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

Rock]
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--

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

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

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she me

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice (verse three) {2:02}
I hate to see your ass (yep), with your mouth runnin'
'bout somethin' (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 dozen Punch you got the (what?)
To let you tell it Randy Moss is people
It's evident, your ass lie like the
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 full of benz
you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' a man that's in handcuffs
We should do you like the 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 got to lie ta kick it--

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

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

{repeat last 4

[Chris - ad lib outro...]