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 coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I that mack 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

Any living that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, that 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 boss is a bitch, if he he would
Sell his soul for cheap, his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you no history
Never poked nothing, popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
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 closely 50 don't down
I go both coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I that mack down
Every little 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 back

"The rap game is all fucked up now, are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat 50 back around"
That's Ja's little ass thinking out loud
'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to 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 never sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, they 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 them country boys "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my
I'm New City's own bad guy

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

I ain't telling anyone you
I ain't telling anyone you extorted
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 them guns I bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done told you,
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier,
(They not like you)
I know, I

Oh no, he say anything about Ja
Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And know big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent back into the picture
They better not put their hands on
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 pink belt
Okay, I will his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!