Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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