Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad
Tony in the house, bad news
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 news

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

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

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

You and your man, y'all both 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 tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers that bail
From day one I came in the game 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 a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot
What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't
I'll fire shots at the chef and the sheeps scatter

My enemies never into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared get the fuck around me
execs, know not to play wit' my check
I come through with my knife 'cause I'm a pain your
(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 you, you don't like me
It's not likely that ever be friends
Why
(Ma, 50's at it again)

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

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