Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

Bitch ass
You that pie ass
Stand on your own two feet
And the fuck you buy somebody else's dick
Nigga, yo, as it long to put in your mouth
Turn shit up louder
What's up wit shit?
Yo Muggs, make it

So many fools swingin' from my
Let's talk about the one who had my
Down in the west coast, so kick it
To the motherfucker who calls himself
No rest, no peace! No
rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep
Jackson, lemme out the name
Jack 'cause you be stealing other game

But I'm the wrong nigga you fuck with
On my so hard, that ya wanna suck it
Go on the head, up the nuts
Get your lips ready and this motherfucker up
about Ezy, correct yourself
Cube, better back and check yourself

Let's about this
First solo album on the coast dick
The east coast niggaz all showed ya
the one known as the 'King Sun'
He tried to warn us niggaz
But would listen, even but then dissin'
Two later, you callin' my crew
All because ya wanna be Cube!

known you couldn't hang in the alley
Good boy to school, out in the valley
Fuck it, make this understood
Speakin' on mama's boys in da hood
No vaseline, a rope and a chair and gasoline!
Mob is a friend of mine
But you talk about them from behind
You know what the Hossack is,
A motherfucking pig, don't fly straight
Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna
Taadow! at who's running outside!

born bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
With a of reality when I get witcha
Your [Incomprehensible]
Put a pipe on the cover, though you don't smoke Buddha
Let me take you down on a plane
Where everybody was insane
a look at the real one
Afro Comb! The next morning you didn't yours on

How many will you bite my shit?
Would ya wet me or start throwing up a
Caution, you enter the zone
Never used to 'til you heard the microphone
I got Cube in a tray
Pulling up his and fucking up his good day
Unoriginal rap veteran, the who say
He don't steal his friends
Don't trust nigga named O'Shea
him, and send him on his way