Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

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

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 ready and this motherfucker up
about Ezy, correct yourself
Cube, better back and check yourself

talk about this
First album on the east coast dick
The east coast all showed ya love
Especially the one as the 'King Sun'
He to warn us niggaz aboutcha
But would listen, even but then dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my
All because ya be Cypress Cube!

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

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

How many will you bite my shit?
Would ya wet me or throwing up a set?
Caution, you enter the zone
Never used to bang 'til you 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 steal from his
Don't trust that nigga O'Shea
him, and send him on his way