Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

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

But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna with
On my dick so hard, ya wanna suck it
Go on the head, up the nuts
Get your lips ready and tear this up
about Ezy, correct 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 warn us niggaz
But nobody listen, even but then dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my
All because ya wanna be 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, a rope and a chair and gasoline!
Lench Mob is a of mine
But you talk about them from behind
You know what the is, O'Shea?
A motherfucking pig, don't fly straight
Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna
Taadow! Look at running outside!

Natural born bullshitta! hitcha
With a dose of reality when I get
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 at the real one
Afro Comb! The next morning you didn't yours on

How many ways will you bite my
ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
Caution, you enter the zone
Never used to 'til 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 nigga named O'Shea
him, and send him on his way