Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

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

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

Niggaz mad I'm flossin' bad
I a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab
I money 'cause it costs to brag
'Round here bitches walk around wit the hair that the had

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

They all a nigga to stop
I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
I'm a playa that found out where the coaches know
That's why I'ma be around longer than the Oprah

You and your man, both should know
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 the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

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

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

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

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

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

And the tenth rule, don't put a tag on a heart
Just put a toe-tag on mark
And rule number 11, you a body but you not a legend
You better where you heading

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)

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

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

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

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

My enemies never turn friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared then get the fuck me
Record execs, know not to play wit' my
I through 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, 50's at it again)

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

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

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