Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

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

[kon
We breaking rule in the book
Illegal crooks that got your shook
Kon done spells up
Poisonous
The kon
Make way for the raiser
Mysterious
Cuttin throats with broke
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 I'll put your next to some crips
And squeeze until lifeless
I stayin confidence with my
being good or evil
I'm
Lethal I leave you
Dead inside your blood
When your for help reaches out
We just
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 limbs
Grab camera
So we can put on film

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

[kon
You studies wanna job like
Rough is to start teaching niggas
In ass whippin'
Breaking
Damage crews by the
talking like cassius
Get in your and dash bitch
Kon
The man that can expand the cervix
With the tip of my
Get in your and keep fucking
Until she screaming "leave me alone"
predacone
Looking for weak to set it on
From dusk til I bomb
Went through hell and remain
The devils to stir us to me
Just to see what type of shit I was on
Those is why they got burnt
And turned into crisp
With lyrics hotter than lava
urgent
That she splurge
I merge with
Kuniva make ya nerves emerge and split
Heard me
You weren't with the mic
Is why I it
And think and praise with words that I like
things that I say on you
You need someone to spar
Put you in the of my trunk
Get in my car
Running with but thugs
the fug
We more dangerous than l.a. cops with big
Who's you when you're drunk
You sick
Spitting up scriptures and gumps
you punks get the picture
Get it?
If rap was a you couldn't hit it
I it my business
Twenty seven to try and stick it

get it
I gotta give it to you
drop lyrical warfare we onslaught
Dead rot
We making your body
Licking off like lollipops
That the pop
Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and
the stank bitch
Packing to make you thank quick
Now ain't
Something you don't want a of
Don't worry waiting these ones
Chillin' me buds