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 buy somebody else's dick
Nigga, yo, as it long enough to put in mouth
Turn that shit up
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 kick it
To the who calls himself 'Wicked'
No rest, no peace! No
Doughboy rolling the hill 'cause it's so steep
Jackson, figure 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 wanna it
Go on the head, up the nuts
Get your ready and tear this motherfucker up
Talk about Ezy, correct
Cube, better step back and check

Let's talk about
First solo album on the east dick
The coast niggaz all showed ya love
Especially the one known as the 'King
He tried to warn us niggaz
But nobody would listen, but then dissin'
Two albums later, you my crew
All because ya 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 little boys in da hood
No vaseline, just a rope and a and gasoline!
Lench Mob is a of mine
But you talk them niggaz from behind
You what the Hossack is, O'Shea?
A motherfucking pig, that fly straight
Where ya gonna run to? ya gonna hide?
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, even though you don't smoke
Let me take you under on a plane
Where everybody was insane
Took a look at the one
Afro Comb! The morning you didn't have yours on

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