Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

So many fools swingin' my sack
Let's talk about the one who had my
Down in the west coast, so lemme it
To the motherfucker who himself 'Wicked'
No rest, no peace! No
Doughboy rolling the hill 'cause it's so steep
Jackson, lemme figure out the
Jack 'cause you be other niggaz game

But I'm the wrong you wanna fuck with
On my dick so hard, that ya wanna it
Go on the head, gobble up the
Get your ready and tear this motherfucker up
Talk about Ezy, yourself
Cube, step back and check yourself

Let's about this
solo album on the east coast dick
The east niggaz all showed ya love
Especially the one known as the Sun'
He tried to us niggaz aboutcha
But nobody would listen, even but then
Two albums later, you callin' my
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!
Lench Mob is a friend of
But you talk about them from behind
You what the Hossack is, O'Shea?
A pig, that don't fly straight
Where ya gonna run to? Where ya hide?
Taadow! Look at who's outside!

Natural born bullshitta! hitcha
With a dose of reality when I get
Your [Incomprehensible]
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke
Let me take you down on a plane
Where everybody was going
Took a 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 throwing up a set?
Caution, you enter the zone
Never used to bang 'til you the microphone
I got melting in a tray
Pulling up his and fucking up his good day
Unoriginal rap veteran, the who say
He don't from his friends
Don't trust that named O'Shea
Fuck him, and him on his way