Luyện nghe bài hát The Wicked Shit Will Never Die - 1994

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Here comes the voodoo gone do when my crew
Back from the dead once more
Fuckin' up the flow again, it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I shit
Burned down the church comin' like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my list
Throw lifers get dissed you fuck with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho like Michael
And I might go a little something this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust when I
Digging up now I must, in God you trust
If I add then I add just this
No justice, no peace, body police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a
be nimble make your body tremble
Cardiac for the one in the chest
I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S
Yes, I'm with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but don't cry, 'cause the shit'll never die

Once I ressurected niggaz unexpected
A closed casket I leaped out and blasted a basket
brother of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of a chrome to my dome
Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol' shit
Not so niggaz all over devil diggin' shit
Stay up off my dick, my sick, but I'm so sick of this
Helter skelter my shit, it's so ridiculous
I my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, in a comotose
I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya
Voodoo child born a bastard
Visions of bloody bodies blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the refuses
To answer, you can shit as you question
Me and verses Smith and Wesson
I'm that nigga with the wicked ass
you better act like you know
'Cause the shit will never die

The shit will never 187
Never go to heaven and fuck that
All day and
Feel like givin' up, starts blowin' up
Some old shit, once again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm never gonna get into
That's why I me a three 57
Fuck a reverend, and God I can't trust is
So when I go to hell, me and not you
I'ma walk the bloody and you can follow if you want
If you understand but my man I think you don't
I'm a suicidal revital, my title's
So many niggaz will die when I write my
don't understand that I gotta plan for the klan
The nation, white caucasian
I'm sick of all the I'd rather be dead
But I better put a bullet in your head instead
They said that I said was a lie
But if you go and the fetus you cry
But the wicked shit never die