Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

Brigade jump on a of punks
Nigga, we bad
(we bad news, nigga)
To for real
If you our way it's on
Anybody, (oh shit)
on
Brigade jump on a of punks
That's how moving it moving it moving it
To for real
If you our way it's on
Anybody, (that's right)
on

[kon
We every rule in the book
Illegal crooks that got your mind
Kon done with up
cook
The kon
Make way for the hell
neighbor
Cuttin with broke coke
and rusty razors
I ain't the one to you in a crisis
I kick you you're down
you up and ask you who's the nicest
say me
Or I'll put your to some vice crips
And squeeze until lifeless
I confidence with my mind
being good or evil
I'm
when I leave you
Dead your blood brother
When hand for help reaches out
We chuckle
Now where the fuck of how we is as
We raise
Politics and poverty got us head
You dead
If you think you'll make it out with all your
your camera
So we can put on film

Hey
Don't get cut into hundreds over some shit
I you to run quick 'cause we run this
click on the reg reg
Put mcs on death beads
that or leavin' 'em walking on peg legs
In locations
I'll be wylin' out at
I'm why they're out
Of handicap spaces
dreams
You want suspense? it's
How I crews
Leave you and friendless
Contact lens less lifeless
The mc
You never fight with
Or rock a mic
Carry a knife
Da brigade on the night
Pack this big that I use to fuck your wife with
You the nicest
Derelicts intelligence
Leaving your wide open like pelicans
Just
My words penetrate through your
Til it your neck brace
And crack your chest

[kon
You studies wanna job like
Rough is ready to start teaching
In ass classes
glasses
Damage by the masses
Shit like cassius
Get in your e-class and bitch
Kon
The only man that can expand the
With the tip of my
Get in your and keep fucking
she starts screaming "leave me alone"
Walking
Looking for weak to set it on
From dusk til dawn I
Went through hell and calm
The to stir us to fight me
Just to see type of shit that I was on
Those bastards is why they got
And turned crisp xxxxx
With lyrics hotter lava comes
urgent
That she splurge
I merge with
Kuniva will ya nerves emerge and split
Heard me
You worthy with the mic
Is why I it
And people think and praise words that I like
things that I say on you
You someone to spar with
Put you in the back of my
Get in my car
Running with but thugs
the fug
We dangerous than l.a. cops with big clubs
Who's arresting you when drunk
You sick
Spitting up bills scriptures and
Till you punks get the
Get it?
If rap was a whore you hit it
I it my business
Twenty seven to try and stick it

get it
I give it to you non-stop
Bombs lyrical warfare we onslaught
bodies rot
We your body rock
Licking off like lollipops
That the pop
Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and
Dissin' the bitch
Packing heaters to you thank quick
Now ain't
you don't want a piece of
Don't about waiting these ones
Chillin' with me