Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

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

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

Niggaz mad I'm flossin' 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 around wit the hair the horses had

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

They all want a to stop
'Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Fox
I'm just a playa that found out the coaches know
That's why be around longer than the Oprah show

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

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

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

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

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

Eighth meet in a car with disguise
Use a ski with shades on your eyes
Ninth rule don't say shit 'cause listen
Fuck around you end up stuck 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 but you not a legend
You better watch where you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lloyd in the house, bad news
Yayo in the house, bad news
50 in the house, bad news
Whenever 50 around bad news

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