Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

Brigade on a couple of punks
Nigga, we bad
(we bad news, nigga)
To for real
If you step our way 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 step our way on
Anybody, (that's right)
on

[kon
We every rule in the book
Illegal crooks that got your mind
Kon done spells up
Poisonous
The kon
Make way for the raiser
Mysterious
Cuttin with broke coke
and rusty razors
I ain't the one to save you in a
I you while you're down
Snatch you up and ask you who's the
say me
Or I'll put your next to some vice
And squeeze until they
I confidence with my mind
being good or evil
I'm
Lethal when I you
Dead inside your blood
When your hand for reaches out
We just
Now where the fuck of how we is as
We wrong
Politics and got us head strong
You wrong
If you think make it out with all your limbs
Grab camera
So we can put on film

Hey
Don't get cut into hundreds over dumb shit
I you to run quick 'cause we run this
click on the reg reg
Put mcs on death beads
Either that or 'em walking on peg legs
In various
be wylin' out at places
I'm why running out
Of handicap parking
Intense
You want suspense? it's
How I crews
Leave you solo and
Contact lens less then
The mc
You never fight with
Or rock a mic
Carry a 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 open like
Just
My words through your vertebrate
Til it your neck brace
And crack your chest

[kon
You studies wanna job assets
Rough is ready to teaching niggas
In ass classes
glasses
Damage by the masses
Shit like cassius
Get in your and dash bitch
Kon
The only man that can the cervix
the tip of my bone
Get in your girl and fucking
she starts screaming "leave me alone"
Walking
for weak grade to set it on
From dusk til I bomb
Went hell and remain calm
The devils to stir us to me
to see what type of shit that I was on
Those is why they got burnt
And turned into xxxxx
With lyrics hotter lava comes
urgent
That she with
Before I merge
will make ya nerves emerge and split
Heard me
You weren't with the mic
Is why I it
And people think and with words that I like
With that I say on you
You need someone to with
Put you in the of my trunk
Get in my car
Running with 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 punks get the
Get it?
If rap was a you couldn't hit it
I it my business
Twenty four seven to try and it

get it
I gotta give it to you
Bombs drop lyrical we onslaught
bodies rot
We your body rock
Licking off like lollipops
the shotty pop
Kuniva snatch rolex chains, and anklets
the stank bitch
Packing heaters to make you quick
Now this
you don't want a piece of
Don't worry waiting these ones
Chillin' me buds