Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

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

But I'm the nigga you wanna fuck with
On my dick so hard, ya wanna suck it
Go on the head, up the nuts
Get lips ready and tear this motherfucker up
Talk about Ezy, yourself
Cube, better step back and check

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

Shoulda known you hang in the alley
Good boy went to school, out in the
it, lemme make this understood
Speakin' on mama's little in da hood
No vaseline, just a and a chair and gasoline!
Lench Mob is a of mine
But you talk them niggaz from behind
You know the Hossack is, O'Shea?
A motherfucking pig, don't fly straight
Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna
Taadow! at who's running outside!

born bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
With a dose of when I get witcha
Your homie
Put a pipe on the cover, though you don't smoke Buddha
Let me you down under on a plane
Where everybody was insane
Took a at the real one
Afro Comb! The next morning you didn't have on

How many will you bite my shit?
ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
Caution, you enter the zone
Never to bang 'til you heard the microphone
I got melting in a tray
Pulling up his card and up his good day
Unoriginal rap veteran, the who say
He steal from his friends
Don't that nigga named O'Shea
him, and send him on his way