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 buy somebody else's dick
Nigga, yo, as it long enough to put in your
Turn that shit up
What's up wit shit?
Yo Muggs, make it

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

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

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

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

Natural bullshitta! Lemme hitcha
a dose of reality when I get witcha
Your [Incomprehensible]
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't Buddha
Let me take you under on a plane
Where everybody was going
a look 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 start up a set?
Caution, you enter the zone
used 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 don't steal from his
Don't trust that nigga O'Shea
Fuck him, and him on his way