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

[Chris
You gotta lie ta kick it

[Ice Cube] (verse one)
I ya like to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the police rollin' thru my neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, is my world
Don't get mad when you see hundred smokes squirel (?)
Candied out while you yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm than holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, 'cause i got a fuckin' head on my
And in my holster, face on the poster
The kinda that you wanna get close ta'
But you so you start the lyin'
Just like that nigga think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', and testifyin'
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby
When she meet Ice Cube her save the drama

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't 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 got to lie ta kick it--

Tell cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

[Ice (verse two) {1:02}
I'm a be as as I can with this
Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the 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
Lyin' to the enemies, wild
I'm a say this the day that I die
Seven fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard like
2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my stop
Young 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 grade do my thing
Got more 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 Playstation in the nigga!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Cube]
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 three)
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth
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 dozen Punch you got the (what?)
To let you tell it Randy is your 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 fender
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 ring, 69 karots

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

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

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

{repeat 4 lines}

[Chris - ad lib outro...]