Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

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

But I'm the nigga you wanna fuck with
On my dick so hard, 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 back and check yourself

Let's about this
First solo album on the coast dick
The east coast niggaz all ya love
Especially the one known as the Sun'
He tried to warn us niggaz
But would listen, even but then dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my
All ya wanna be Cypress Cube!

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

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

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