Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing that co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you
Your little dirty ass kids, fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you 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 exchange for your
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 can't buy respect in the
I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery
I know from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around you some big shot
Ha ha,

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

"The rap is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat 50 back around"
That's Ja's punk ass thinking out loud
'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to rule and
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie
I'm the from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack
Them niggas dead, just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the
I'm back than ever on top of my game
Even them boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, my throne
I'm New York own bad guy

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 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 ain't telling anyone you
I ain't telling anyone you getting
been patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Show"
is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You hired to hold you down cause you fear for your life
But you heard about guns I done bought, right?
I ain't nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit soldier, nigga
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the
They not put their hands on Jeffrey
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 know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I know karate, and I see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!