Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

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

pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad
I got a in the house
Bad news whenever 50 around 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 walk around wit the hair outta a horses head

Rap it get your face on them bricks
I really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch
sweet like ninety-nine bananas
That's why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit ninety-nine

They all want a 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 foe sho

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
why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't like you, you don't me
It's not likely that 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, 50's at it again)

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

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

You put on me when you compare me to 'Pac
I'm just a new kid, I can't help I'm hot
What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't
I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the scatter

My never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You then get the fuck around me
execs, know not to play 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 like you, you don't like me
It's not that we'll ever be friends
Why
(Ma, back at it again)

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