Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

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

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

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

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

They all a nigga to stop
'Cause I rap enough to slip 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 than the foe sho

You and your man both should know
That all it takes is a finger to you where the ghosts go
Shit I hated since the fifth 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 we'll ever be friends
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, Tony's at it again)

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

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

meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your
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 toe-tag on your
And rule 11, you pulled a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you

I don't like you, you like me
It's not 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, back at it again)

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

I smile like a nigga in jail receiving
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 put pressure on me when you compare me to
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 scatter

My enemies turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared then get the fuck me
Record execs, know not to wit my check
I through with my knife 'cause 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, 50's 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)

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

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