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 ya like to see me doin' bad
But i'm good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the speed
I don't care if his eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, is my world
Don't get mad when you see them hundred squirel (?)
Candied out while you yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, i'm hotta holly watta
Wish i was your baby fatha, 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 so you start the lyin'
Just like that that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and
To all my people if i'm talkin your baby mama
she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan all da biches here

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

Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey call me back
But i just paged my

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she me

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice Cube] (verse two)
I'm a be as real as I can this
Not the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is
Scandalist, without findin' out a way to this
this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the of this bitch?
I be if it wasn't for the snitch
to the enemies, wild conspiracies
I'm a say this 'till the day I die
thirty fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin'
2pac, I keep spittin' my heart stop
Young niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm
Once they say you played, you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
weight since the tenth grade do my thing
Got plaques than 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!

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

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

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

your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

[Ice (verse three) {2:02}
I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), your mouth runnin'
'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin'
'Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always
Where she was or wasn't, who she now
Stories by the dozen you got the sequel (what?)
To let you tell it Randy Moss is your
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 full of fender benz
There you go on the stand with hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man in handcuffs
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 ass on the news (yeah yeah)

[Chris
Yo Cube, check out ring, 69 karots

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

It's nigga, Kryptonite!

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

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

Tell cousin, tell your sister, if she want me

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

{repeat last 4

[Chris - ad lib outro...]