Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

Ayo L, aye L
get the car
We get the fuck outta here Dan

Murder, death, pull a one 87
If you ain't gon' it motherfucker I'ma take it
Boy turn ya' to a raisin
to bring home the bacon
For me to see I would need to meet Satan
So my so vacant
My mind's on some 'take shit! shit! Spray shit!'
In some raw day
braces, unsolved cases
Hittin' up the witnesses so can't nobody say
I think the callin'
Picked up the and said
"I got a coming"
'Cause blood in my eye and I'm for death
(?) walking up steps
Got a getaway driver, just chillin' in a
Parolee with a 40 that'll what you owe me
I'm no (?)
And the thing yo' ass wanna hear is these words

Guns are in the
in the seat
Guns are in the
Think they and get us, never
Uh, the OJ in the hallway
The long .44
One leg up on the Velour
Gettin' straddled while I'm eatin'
We fuck you up so bad that you will never take a normal
Or a pee-pee,
Now I'm laughing while head is
No fucks are given cause I'm rotten to the core
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya right into the
Aah, cross the street you see us by the store
I'm off the leash, hanging on the floor
Box cutters up in the waistband of the 09's
You thought you had your shit
now, but no mas
My bitch will you out with strong thighs
Strong in the face from New Guinea
Smokin' dope, 360's in a Mini
She half Dominican and
Bad