Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

Lloyd in the house, bad news
Yayo in the house, bad news
50 in the house, bad news
Whenever 50 it's bad news

Tray in the house, bad news
40 in the house, bad news
I got a in the house, bad news
Whenever 50 around it's bad

Niggaz mad 'cause I'm bad
I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the crab
I talk money 'cause it to brag
'Round here bitches walk wit the hair that the horses had

Rap it get face stuck on them bricks
I don't like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch
Y'all sweet ninety-nine bananas
That's why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit' hammers

all want a nigga to stop
'Cause I rap slick enough to slip the off of Vivica Fox
I'm just a playa found out where the coaches know
That's why I'ma be around than the Oprah show

You and your man, y'all both should
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the go
I been hated since the fifth grade
That's why my best friend the pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

I don't you, you don't like me
not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why
(Ma, back at it again)

I don't you, you don't like me
It's not that we'll ever be friends
Why
(Ma, Tony's at it again)

Rule one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily
So the second rule please leave the crime scene

Third rule pick a day, fourth rule a time
Fifth pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him six deep

meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your
Ninth don't say shit 'cause po-po listen
Fuck around you end up being in the system

And the rule, don't put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a on your mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a
You watch where you heading

I like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be
Why
(Ma, 50's at it again)

I don't you, you don't like me
It's not likely that we'll be friends
Why
(Ma, back at it again)

Don't go go against me, I'll hurt your
Stones in my cross the size of your
My confidence high nigga, can't tell
Lickin' my lips at ya bitch I'm LL

I smile like a nigga in jail mail
Better yet nigga Bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game said, I was hot
got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot

You so pressure on me when you compare me to 'Pac
I'm just a new kid, I help that I'm hot
What niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the chef and watch the scatter

My enemies never into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to wit' my check
I come with my knife 'cause I'm a pain your neck
(Yeah)

I like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that ever be friends
Why
(Ma, back at it again)

I don't like you, you don't me
It's not likely that we'll ever be
Why
(Ma, 50's at it again)

Lloyd in the house, bad news
Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad
Whenever 50 around it's bad

Tray in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad
I got a knife in the house, bad
Whenever 50 around bad n