Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

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

[kon
We breaking every in the book
crooks that got your mind shook
Kon done spells up
Poisonous
The kon
Make way for the hell
Mysterious
throats with broke coke
Bottles and rusty
I ain't the one to you in a crisis
I you while you're down
Snatch you up and ask you who's the
say me
Or put your next to some vice crips
And until they lifeless
I confidence with my mind
About being good or
I'm
Lethal I leave you
Dead inside your blood
When hand for help reaches out
We chuckle
Now where the of how we is as individuals
We raise
Politics and got us head strong
You dead
If you think you'll make it out all your limbs
Grab your
So we can put this on

Hey
Don't get cut into hundreds some dumb shit
I you to run quick 'cause we run this
Guns on the reg reg
Put mcs on they death
Either or leavin' 'em walking on peg legs
In locations
I'll be out at places
I'm why running out
Of handicap parking
Intense
You suspense? it's endless
How I crews
Leave you and friendless
Contact lens then lifeless
The mc
You never wanna fight
Or a mic with
a knife with
Da brigade on the night
Pack this big dick that I use to fuck your wife
You the nicest
with intelligence
Leaving your grill wide like pelicans
Just
My words penetrate your vertebrate
Til it your neck brace
And crack your chest

[kon
You studies wanna job like
Rough is ready to start teaching
In ass whippin'
glasses
Damage by the masses
Shit talking like
Get in your e-class and bitch
Kon
The only man that can the cervix
With the tip of my
Get in girl and keep fucking
Until she starts "leave me alone"
predacone
Looking for grade to set it on
From til dawn I bomb
Went through hell and calm
The devils to us to fight me
to see what type of shit that I was on
Those is why they got burnt
And turned into xxxxx
With lyrics hotter than comes
It's
That she with
Before I with
will make ya nerves emerge and split
Heard me
You weren't with the mic
Is why I it
And people and praise with words that I like
With that I say on you
You need someone to spar
Put you in the of my trunk
Get in my car
Running nothing but thugs
the fug
We more than l.a. cops with big clubs
Who's arresting you when you're
You munk
up bills scriptures and gumps
Till you get the picture
Get it?
If rap was a you couldn't hit it
I make it my
Twenty four to try and stick it

get it
I give it to you non-stop
Bombs drop lyrical warfare we
bodies rot
We making your rock
Licking them off like
the shotty pop
Kuniva rolex chains, watches and anklets
Dissin' the stank
heaters to make you thank quick
Now this
you don't want a piece of
Don't worry about waiting ones
Chillin' with me