Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad
Tony Yayo in the house, bad
50 cent in the
Bad whenever 50 around it's bad news

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

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

Rap it get your stuck on them bricks
I really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch
sweet like ninety-nine bananas
That's why I got ninety-nine wit ninety-nine hammers

They all want a to stop
'Cause I rap slick enough to the ring off of Vivica Fox
I'm just a playa that out where the coaches know
That's why I'ma be longer than the hope foe sho

You and your man y'all should know
That all it takes is a 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 blade

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't like you, you don't 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
It's not likely that we'll 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 nigga tell
Lickin' my lips at ya like I'm L L

I smile a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like Bookers that made 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 can't help I'm hot
What little say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the 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 wit my check
I come through with my knife 'cause I'm a pain neck
(Yeah)

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

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

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

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