Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

So many fools swingin' from my
talk about the one who had my back
Down in the west coast, so kick it
To the motherfucker who calls 'Wicked'
No rest, no peace! No
Doughboy rolling down the 'cause it's so steep
Jackson, lemme figure out the
'cause you be stealing 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 lips ready and tear this up
Talk about Ezy, yourself
Cube, step back and check yourself

talk about this
First solo album on the coast dick
The east coast all showed ya love
the one known as the 'King Sun'
He tried to us niggaz aboutcha
But nobody listen, even but then dissin'
Two later, you callin' my crew
All because ya be Cypress Cube!

Shoulda you couldn't hang in the alley
Good boy to school, out in the valley
Fuck it, lemme make understood
Speakin' on little boys in da hood
No vaseline, just a rope and a and gasoline!
Mob is a friend of mine
But you talk about niggaz from behind
You what the Hossack is, O'Shea?
A motherfucking pig, that don't fly
Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna
Taadow! Look at running outside!

Natural bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
With a dose of reality I get witcha
Your homie
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 look at the one
Afro Comb! The next morning you didn't yours on

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