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 knife in the
Bad news whenever 50 around bad news

A made the lil man mad 'cause I'm bad
I ain't a wrestler, but put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money it costs to brag
Around here bitches walk around wit the hair outta a horses

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

all want 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 be around longer than the hope foe sho

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

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

I like you, you don't like me
It's not likely we'll ever be friends
Why
(Ma, Tony's 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 the crime scene clean

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

Eighth meet in a fast car disguise
Use a ski mask with on your eyes
rule don't say shit 'cause po-po listen
Fuck around you end up being 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 pulled a body but you not a
You better watch where you

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

Go ahead, go against me, I'll hurt your
Stones in my cross the size of your
My confidence level's high can't tell
Lickin' my lips at ya bitch I'm L L

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

You put on me when you compare me to 'Pac
I'm just a new kid, I help that I'm hot
What niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the sheeps

My enemies never into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared then get the fuck me
Record execs, know not to play wit my
I through with my knife 'cause I'm a pain your neck
(Yeah)

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

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