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

[Chris
You gotta lie ta kick it

[Ice (verse one) {:02}
I ya like to see me doin' bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' my neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the speed
I care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad when you see them smokes squirel (?)
Candied out while you spit yo' 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 the lyin'
Just like that nigga that think he
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby
When she Ice Cube tell her save the drama

Rock]
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

[Ice
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 kick

Cube] (verse two) {1:02}
I'm a be as real as I can this
Not just the fake on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, findin' out a way to handle this
Dismantle this, either the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of bitch?
I be rich if it wasn't for the
Lyin' to the enemies, wild
I'm a say 'till 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 tell me i'm played
Once say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my
Got plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

[Chris
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz

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

I got the in the windshield nigga!

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Cube] (verse three) {2:02}
I to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'
Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that meanin' nothin'
'Bout your cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin'
she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'
Stories by the dozen you got the sequel (what?)
To let you tell it Moss is your people
It's evident, your ass lie the president
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
There you go on the stand your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man in handcuffs
We should do you like the 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)

[Chris
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!

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

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

--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--

{repeat last 4

[Chris - ad lib outro...]