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 both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
Every nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking Shaq down
time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the boy don't back down

Any living thing that co-exist with the kid
decease existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, that you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase
Your success is not enough, you be hard
that 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 was an exchange for your necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be
You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the
Maybe I'm so cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around you some big shot
Ha ha,

It's easy to see when you at me
If you look 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I that mack down
Every nigga 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 about me, the boy don't back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do
How we eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass out loud
Southside 'til I die, 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 from New York, my flow is
All the hard niggas they come from Yonkers
been 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 heard a nigga say they like in the hood
I'm back better than on top of my game
Even them country boys saying "50 we you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, my throne
I'm New York own bad guy

It's easy to see when you at me
If you look 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
Every little nigga you see 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

I telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting
I've been waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 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 hold you down cause you fear for your
But you about them 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 hurt nobody
And y'all know big come in small packages, holla
Now was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture
better not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they know that I am a 12 degree pink 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!