Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad
Yayo in the house, bad news
50 in the house, 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 around bad news

Niggaz mad 'cause I'm bad
I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put bitch the Boston crab
I talk money it costs to brag
'Round here bitches walk around wit the hair that the had

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

They all a nigga to stop
I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
I'm just a playa that found out where the know
That's why I'ma be around longer than the Oprah

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

I like you, you don't like me
It's not that we'll ever 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, 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 daily routine
So the rule please leave the crime scene please

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

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

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

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

Don't go go against me, I'll your feelings
Stones in my the size of your earrings
My level's high nigga, can't tell
Lickin' my at ya bitch like I'm LL

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

You so much pressure on me you compare me to 'Pac
I'm just a new kid, I help that I'm hot
little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the chef and watch the sheeps

My enemies turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to play my check
I come through with my 'cause I'm a pain your neck
(Yeah)

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

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

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad
Tony Yayo in the house, bad
50 cent in the house, bad
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
50 around it's bad n