Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

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

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

Rap it get your stuck on them bricks
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 niggaz wit' hammers

They all 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 longer than the Oprah show

You and your man, y'all both should
That all it is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I hated since the fifth 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 ever be friends
Why
(Ma, Banks' at it again)

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

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

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

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

And the tenth rule, 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 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 like you, you 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 your feelings
Stones in my cross the of your earrings
My confidence high nigga, can't tell
my lips at ya bitch like I'm LL

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

You so pressure on me when 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 then get the fuck me
Record execs, not to play wit' my check
I come through with my knife 'cause I'm a pain neck
(Yeah)

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

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

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