Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

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

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

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

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

They all a nigga to stop
I rap slick enough to slip the ring 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 takes is a finger to send you the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the grade
That's why my best friend the pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

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

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

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

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

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

I like you, you don't like me
It's not that we'll ever 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 against me, I'll hurt feelings
Stones in my the size of your earrings
My level's high nigga, can't tell
my lips at ya bitch like I'm LL

I smile like a nigga in receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers made bail
From day one I in the game they 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 can't help I'm hot
What little say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll shots at the chef and watch the sheeps scatter

My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into
You scared then get the fuck me
Record execs, not to play 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 that we'll 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, back at it again)

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

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