Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

It's easy to see when you at me
If you closely 50 don't back down
I go both coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
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 down

Any living thing that cannot with the kid
decease existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, bitch you chasin'
Your little ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be
Knowing you get knocked you get fucked in the yard
a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an for your necklace
And your is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy in the hood
Maybe I'm so cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you 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 coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
Every 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

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

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

I ain't telling you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting
I've patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, to "The 50 Cent 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 you down cause you fear for your life
But you about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit 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 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 know that I am a 12 degree pink
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I know karate, and I see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!