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

[Chris
You ain't lie ta kick it

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

Rock]
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 just paged my

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

[Chris
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz

--You got to lie ta kick it--

I got the Playstation in the nigga!

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

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

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

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

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

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

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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[Chris - ad lib outro...]