Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing that cannot co-exist the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
Your mami, your papi, bitch you chasin'
Your dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you be hard
Knowing you get knocked you get fucked in the yard
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for necklace
And your is a bitch, if he could 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 a mystery
I niggas from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around you some big shot
Ha ha,

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

"The rap is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat 50 back around"
That's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound the cookie monster
I'm the hardest New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas they from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same in the background
You never sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them dead, they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say 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 fuck outta my zone, outta my
I'm New City's own bad guy

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

I telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you extorted
been 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 sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You hired cops to hold you down you fear for your life
But you heard about them guns I bought, right?
I going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 came back into the picture
better not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of
Okay, see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!