Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

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

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

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

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

Natural born bullshitta! hitcha
With a dose of reality I get witcha
Your [Incomprehensible]
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you smoke Buddha
Let me you down under on a plane
Where everybody was insane
Took a at the real one
Afro Comb! The next morning you have yours on

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