Luyện nghe bài hát Bad News

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't like you, you like me
not likely 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 house, bad
Whenever 50 it's bad news

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