Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, nigga, now listen
Your mami, papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking them
success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing you get knocked you get fucked 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 your boss is a bitch, if he he would
Sell his for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a
I know niggas from ya hood, you no history
Never poked nothing, popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around 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 coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I that mack down
little nigga 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 don't down

"The rap is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
That's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get
I'm back in the game, shawty, to and conquer
You sing for hoes and like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is
All the other niggas they come from Yonkers
It's years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Child
Them niggas dead, they just suck, they no
I ain't never a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm back better than 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 closely 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking Shaq down
Next you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back

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

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