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

[Chris
You ain't lie ta kick it

[Ice (verse one) {:02}
I know ya like to see me bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my
Fuckin' peaker see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my
Don't get mad when you see them smokes squirel (?)
Candied out while you spit yo' last on the
The Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly
Wish i was baby fatha, 'cause i got a fuckin' head on my shoulder
And lead in my holster, face on the
The kinda that you wanna get close ta'
But you can't so you the lyin'
Just like that that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', and testifyin'
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout baby mama
When she Ice Cube tell her save the drama

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan have all da here

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

[Ice Cube] (verse two)
I'm a be as real as I can with
Not just the analyst on canabis, who only 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, conspiracies
I'm a say 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hittin' like
2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart
niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm played
Once they say you played, nigga you must be (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth do my thing
Got plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

Rock]
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz

--You got to lie ta kick it--

I got the in the windshield nigga!

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

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

Tell your cousin, tell sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Cube] (verse three) {2:02}
I hate to see ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin'
'Bout your second (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 Moss is your people
It's evident, your ass lie like the
But stretch marks on mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can your be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your 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, check out ring, 69 karots

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell sister, if she want me

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

{repeat 4 lines}

Rock - ad lib outro...]