Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

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

pound's in the house, bad news
40 in the house, bad news
I got a in the house, bad news
Whenever 50 it's bad news

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

Rap it get your stuck on them bricks
I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a
Y'all like ninety-nine bananas
That's why I got ninety-nine 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 I'ma be around longer the Oprah show

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

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

I don't like you, you don't 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 rest at and lay with their
Now you got the drop, know their routine
So the second rule leave the crime scene please

Third rule pick a day, fourth 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 meet in a fast car with
Use a ski mask with shades on eyes
Ninth rule don't say shit po-po listen
around you end up being stuck in the system

And the tenth rule, don't put a tag on a heart
Just put a toe-tag on mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a
You watch where you heading

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 that we'll be friends
Why
(Ma, 50's at it again)

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

I smile like a in jail receiving mail
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 so much pressure on me you compare me to 'Pac
I'm just a new kid, I can't help I'm hot
What little niggaz say to 50 don't matter
I'll shots at the chef and watch the sheeps scatter

My never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You then get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to play wit' my
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 we'll ever be friends
Why
(Ma, 50's 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)

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

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