Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

It's easy to see you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back

Any thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that you get knocked you get in the yard
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an for your necklace
And boss is a bitch, if he could he would
his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas ya hood, you have no history
poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run like you some big shot
Ha ha,

It's to see when you look at me
If you closely 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
Every little you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to hold Shaq down
Next you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the boy don't back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we do now?
How we eat man? 50 back around"
Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to and conquer
You sing for hoes and like the cookie monster
I'm the from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas they come Yonkers
It's been years and you had the niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Child
Them niggas dead, they suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the
I'm back better ever on top of my game
them country boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York own bad guy

It's easy to see you look at me
If you look 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
Every little you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to hold Shaq down
Next you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy back down

I ain't anyone you pussy
I telling anyone you getting extorted
I've patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Show"
is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You hired cops to hold you down cause you for your life
But you heard them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit soldier, nigga
(They not like you)
I know, I

Oh no, he say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never nobody
And y'all big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool 50 Cent came back into the picture
They better not put hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
you know that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!