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 ya like to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five
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 smokes squirel (?)
Candied out while you 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, on the poster
The nigga that you wanna get close ta'
But you can't so you start the
Just like that nigga think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', and testifyin'
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your mama
When she meet Ice tell her save the drama

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches

--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 it--

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

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

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice Cube] (verse two)
I'm a be as as I can with this
Not just the fake on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without findin' out a way to this
Dismantle this, either with the or the fist
How the fuck we get in the of this bitch?
I be if it wasn't for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, 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' 'till my stop
Young niggas tryin' to me that i'm played
Once they say you played, you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my
Got more plaques Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

[Chris
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz

ain't 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, 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 three) {2:02}
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth
Talkin' somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always
she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'
Stories by the dozen you got the sequel (what?)
To let you it Randy Moss is your people
It's evident, your ass lie like the
But stretch on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your little ass car's full of fender
you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in
We do you like the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a 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 got to lie ta kick it--

Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!

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

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

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

your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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[Chris - ad lib outro...]