Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

Ayo L, aye L
get the car
We gotta get the fuck 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 heaven I need to meet Satan
So my so vacant
My mind's on some shit! Break shit! Spray shit!'
In some raw day
braces, unsolved cases
Hittin' up the witnesses so nobody say shit
I the reaper callin'
Picked up the phone and
"I got a coming"
'Cause blood in my eye and I'm for death
(?) walking up steps
Got a getaway driver, just in a stolen
Parolee with a 40 that'll take you owe me
I'm no (?)
And the last thing yo' ass wanna hear is these

are in the trunk
Money in the
are in the trunk
Think they gonna and get us,
Uh, the OJ in the hallway
The .44 spray
One leg up on the Velour
Gettin' straddled while I'm eatin'
We fuck you up so bad that you will take a normal doo-doo
Or a pee-pee,
Now I'm laughing head is given
No fucks are given ever I'm rotten to the core
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya right the door
Aah, cross the street when you see us by the
I'm off the leash, hanging on the floor
Box cutters up in the waistband of the 09's
You you had your little shit
now, but no mas
My bitch will you out with strong thighs
Strong features in the face from New
Smokin' dope, doing in a Mini
She half Dominican and
Bad