Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

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

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

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

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

Natural born bullshitta! Lemme
With a of reality when I get witcha
homie [Incomprehensible]
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke
Let me take you down under on a
Where everybody was going
a look at the real one
Afro Comb! The next morning you have yours on

How many ways will you bite my
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
Pulling up his and fucking up his good day
rap veteran, the nigga who say
He don't steal from his
Don't trust that named O'Shea
him, and send him on his way