Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

It's to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 back down
Everywhere I go both coasts with
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
Every nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold 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 dirty ass kids, I'll fucking them
Your success is not enough, you be hard
Knowing that you get knocked you get fucked in the
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 can't buy 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, never popped nothing, nigga stop
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run like you some big shot
Ha ha,

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

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

easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go both with 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 back

I ain't anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting
I've been patently to blow
and gentlemen, welcome 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 down cause you fear for your
But you heard about guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done you, nigga
I'm a motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say anything Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't hurt nobody
And y'all know big come in small packages, holla
Now was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture
They better not put their hands on
Okay, of all, they don't know 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
Cause you that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!