Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

Bitch ass
You pie ass nigga
on your own two feet bitch
And the fuck you gon' buy somebody else's
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 swingin' from 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 down the hill 'cause so steep
Jackson, lemme out the name
Jack 'cause you be stealing niggaz game

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

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

Shoulda known you couldn't in the alley
boy went to school, out in the valley
Fuck it, lemme this understood
Speakin' on mama's boys in da hood
No vaseline, just a rope and a and gasoline!
Mob is a friend of mine
But you talk about them niggaz behind
You know what the is, O'Shea?
A pig, that don't fly straight
Where ya run to? Where ya gonna hide?
Taadow! Look at running outside!

born bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
With a of reality when I get witcha
Your homie
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't Buddha
Let me take you under on a plane
Where was going insane
Took a at the real one
Afro Comb! The next morning you didn't yours on

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