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 little you see around me
a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

Any living thing that cannot with the kid
Must decease existing, nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, bitch you chasin'
Your dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your is not enough, you wanna 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 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 from ya hood, you have no
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 don't back
Everywhere I go both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I that mack down
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold down
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't down

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

I ain't telling you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you extorted
I've been waiting 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 sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
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 like you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never nobody
And y'all know big thangs in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool 50 Cent came back into the picture
They not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I dice his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't 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!