Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

Lloyd in the house, bad news
Tony in the house, bad news
50 in the house, bad news
Whenever 50 around bad news

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eighth meet in a 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 number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
You better where you heading

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

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

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

I smile like a nigga in receiving mail
Better yet like Bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game said, I was hot
got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot

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

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

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

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

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

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