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

[Chris
You ain't gotta lie ta it

[Ice Cube] (verse one)
I know ya like to see me bad
But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' my neighborhood
peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, is my world
get mad when you see them hundred smokes squirel (?)
Candied out you spit yo' last on the pearl
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 nigga that you get close ta'
But you can't so you start the
Just like that that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and
To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your mama
When she meet Ice Cube her save the drama

[Chris
Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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

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

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

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, your sister, if she want me

--You got to lie ta kick it--

Cube] (verse two) {1:02}
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 handle
Dismantle this, either with the or the fist
How the we get in the belly of this bitch?
I be rich if it for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies, wild
I'm a say 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty bring on bitches lies
you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like
2pac, I keep 'till my heart stop
Young niggas to tell me that i'm played
Once they say you played, nigga you be payed (HA HA! huh ha)
Pushin' weight the tenth grade do my thing
Got plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'

Rock]
Yo Cube, i got the new Biz

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

I got the in the windshield nigga!

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

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

--You ain't got to lie ta kick

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 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 it Randy Moss is your people
evident, your ass lie like the president
But stretch on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)
How the fuck can friends be the benjamins?! (punk)
And your ass car's full of fender benz
you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in
We should do you the Mack said
And if he lie a crackhead 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 got to lie ta kick it--

Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!

--You got to lie ta kick it--

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

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

Tell your cousin, tell sister, if she want me

ain't got to lie ta kick it--

{repeat 4 lines}

[Chris - ad lib outro...]