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 somebody else's
Nigga, yo, as it long to put in your mouth
Turn that shit up
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 west coast, so kick it
To the motherfucker who calls himself
No rest, no peace! No
Doughboy rolling the hill 'cause it's so steep
Jackson, lemme out the name
Jack 'cause you be stealing other game

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

Let's about this
First solo on the east coast dick
The coast niggaz all showed ya love
Especially the one as the 'King Sun'
He tried to us niggaz aboutcha
But nobody listen, even but then dissin'
Two albums later, you my crew
All because ya be Cypress Cube!

Shoulda you couldn't hang in the alley
boy went to school, out in the valley
Fuck it, lemme make this
on mama's little boys in da hood
No vaseline, just a rope and a and gasoline!
Mob is a friend of mine
But you talk them niggaz from behind
You know what the is, O'Shea?
A motherfucking pig, don't fly straight
Where ya gonna run to? ya gonna hide?
Taadow! Look at who's outside!

Natural bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
a dose of reality when I get witcha
Your [Incomprehensible]
Put a pipe on the cover, even you don't smoke Buddha
Let me you down under on a plane
Where was going insane
Took a at the real one
Afro Comb! The morning you didn't have yours on

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