Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must existing, little nigga, now listen
mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little ass kids, I'll 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 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, his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the
Maybe I'm so cause to me you're a mystery
I niggas from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you big shot
Ha ha,

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

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

easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
Every little nigga you see 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

I ain't telling 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 down cause you fear for your
But you heard about them I done bought, right?
I ain't nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit soldier, nigga
(They not like you)
I know, I

Oh no, he say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in small packages,
Now everythang was cool until 50 came back into the picture
better not put their 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 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!