Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

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

But I'm the wrong you wanna fuck with
On my so hard, that ya wanna suck it
Go on the head, gobble up the
Get lips ready and tear this motherfucker up
Talk Ezy, correct yourself
Cube, better step back and yourself

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

known you couldn't hang in the alley
Good boy to school, out in the valley
Fuck it, make this understood
Speakin' on mama's 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, don't fly straight
Where ya run to? Where ya gonna hide?
Taadow! at who's running outside!

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

How many will you bite my shit?
Would ya wet me or start 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 card and fucking up his day
rap veteran, the nigga who say
He steal from his friends
Don't trust nigga named O'Shea
Fuck him, and him on his way