Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

So fools swingin' from my sack
Let's talk 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 'cause so steep
Jackson, lemme out the name
Jack 'cause you be other niggaz game

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

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

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

Natural bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
With a dose of reality I get witcha
homie [Incomprehensible]
Put a on the cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha
Let me take you under on a plane
Where everybody was insane
Took a look at the one
Afro Comb! The morning you didn't have yours on

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