Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

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

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

talk about this
First solo album on the east coast
The east coast niggaz all ya love
Especially the one known as the 'King
He to warn us niggaz aboutcha
But nobody would listen, even but dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my
All ya wanna be Cypress Cube!

Shoulda known you hang in the alley
Good boy to school, out in the valley
it, lemme make this understood
Speakin' on mama's little boys in da
No vaseline, a rope and a chair and gasoline!
Lench Mob is a friend of
But you about them niggaz from behind
You know what the Hossack is,
A motherfucking pig, that fly straight
Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna
Taadow! at who's running outside!

born bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
With a dose of 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
everybody was going insane
Took a look at the one
Afro Comb! The next morning you have yours on

How many ways will you my shit?
ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
Caution, when you the zone
Never to bang 'til you heard the microphone
I got melting in a tray
up his card and fucking up his good day
Unoriginal rap veteran, the who say
He don't steal his friends
trust that nigga named O'Shea
Fuck him, and him on his way