Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing cannot co-exist with the kid
decease existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, bitch you chasin'
Your little ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your is not enough, you wanna 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 watch was an exchange for necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he
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 disrespectful cause to me you're a
I know niggas from ya hood, you no history
Never poked nothing, never nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run like you some 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 nigga you see around 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 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"
Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's 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 New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard they come from Yonkers
It's been and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Child
Them niggas dead, just suck, they no good
I never heard a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm back better than on top of my game
Even them country boys "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the outta 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 back down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
Every nigga you see around me
a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

I telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting
I've patently waiting to blow
and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent 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 cause you fear for your life
But you about them 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 nobody
And y'all know big come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came into the picture
They better not put their hands on
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, 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!