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

Any living thing cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you
little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you be hard
Knowing that you get knocked you get 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 boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be
You can buy cars, but you buy respect 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 popped nothing, stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you big shot
Ha ha,

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

"The rap game is all up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to and conquer
You sing for and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same in the background
You never gonna Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, they just suck, 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 them boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck my zone, outta my throne
I'm New City's own bad guy

It's easy to see you look 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
a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the 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
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 guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier,
(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 hurt
And y'all know big thangs in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came into the picture
They better not put hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree belt
Okay, I dice his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they know 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!