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 around it's bad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 being in the system

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

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

go go against me, I'll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the of your earrings
My level's high nigga, can't tell
Lickin' my at ya bitch like I'm LL

I smile like a nigga in receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers that 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 you compare me to 'Pac
I'm just a new kid, I help that I'm hot
What little niggaz say to 50 don't matter
I'll fire shots at the chef and the sheeps scatter

My enemies never turn into friends, my friends into enemies
You scared get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to wit' my check
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 we'll be friends
Why
(Ma, 50's at it again)

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

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