Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

So many fools from my sack
Let's 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 rolling the hill 'cause it's so steep
Jackson, lemme out the name
Jack 'cause you be other niggaz game

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

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

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

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

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