Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

Lloyd in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad
50 cent in the
Bad news whenever 50 around bad news

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

A made the lil man mad 'cause I'm bad
I a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk 'cause it costs to brag
Around here bitches walk around wit the hair outta a horses

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

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

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

I don't like you, you don't me
It's not likely that we'll be friends
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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 put pressure on me when you me to 'Pac
I'm just a new kid, I can't that I'm hot
What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't
I'll fire shots at the ship and the sheeps scatter

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

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

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

Lloyd in the house, bad news
Tony in the house, bad news
50 in the house
Bad news whenever 50 it's bad news

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