Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

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

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

Let's about this
First solo album on the east dick
The coast niggaz all showed ya love
Especially the one known as the Sun'
He tried to warn us niggaz
But nobody listen, even but then dissin'
Two albums later, you my crew
All because ya wanna be Cube!

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

Natural born bullshitta! hitcha
With a dose of reality when I get
Your homie
Put a pipe on the cover, though you don't smoke Buddha
Let me you down under on a plane
Where was going insane
a look at the real one
Afro Comb! The next morning you didn't have on

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