Luyện nghe bài hát No Rest For The Wicked

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

So fools swingin' from my sack
talk 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 the hill 'cause it's so steep
Jackson, lemme out the name
Jack 'cause you be stealing niggaz game

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

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

Shoulda known you couldn't in the alley
Good boy went to school, out in the
Fuck it, make 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 about niggaz from behind
You know the Hossack is, O'Shea?
A motherfucking pig, that don't fly
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 take you under on a plane
Where everybody was insane
Took a look at the one
Afro Comb! The next morning you have yours on

How many will you bite my shit?
ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
Caution, you enter the zone
Never to bang 'til you heard the microphone
I got Cube melting in a
Pulling up his and fucking up his good day
rap veteran, the nigga who say
He steal from his friends
trust that nigga named O'Shea
Fuck him, and him on his way