Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

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

mad 'cause 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 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 I'll up on a bitch
Y'all sweet like ninety-nine
That's why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit' ninety-nine

They all want a nigga to
'Cause I rap slick enough to the ring off of Vivica Fox
I'm just a playa that found out the coaches know
That's why be around longer than 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 since the fifth grade
That's why my best friend the pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

I don't like you, you like me
not likely that we'll ever 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, Tony's at it again)

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

Third rule pick a day, rule pick a time
Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth pick a nine
And the seventh 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 with shades on your
Ninth rule say shit 'cause po-po listen
Fuck you end up being stuck in the system

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

I like you, you don't like me
It's not likely we'll ever be friends
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 cross the of your earrings
My confidence level's nigga, can't tell
Lickin' my lips at ya bitch I'm LL

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

You so much pressure on me you compare me to 'Pac
I'm just a new kid, I help that I'm hot
little niggaz 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, know not to play wit' my
I come with my knife 'cause I'm a pain your neck
(Yeah)

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 like you, you don't like me
It's not likely that ever be friends
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 knife in the house, bad
Whenever 50 it's bad n