Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad
Yayo in the house, bad news
50 in the house
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 knife in the
Bad news whenever 50 it's bad news

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smile like a in jail receiving mail
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 pressure on me when you 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
fire shots at the ship and watch the sheeps scatter

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

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

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

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