Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

So many fools from my sack
talk about 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 out the name
Jack 'cause you be stealing other game

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

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

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

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

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