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 coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack 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 back down

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

easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
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 young boy back 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 punk ass thinking out
Southside 'til I die, 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 New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas they come from
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the
You gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them dead, they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the
I'm back better than ever on top of my
Even them country boys saying "50 we you, mane"
Now you stay the outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New City's own bad guy

easy to see when you look at me
If you closely 50 don't 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 you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the boy don't back down

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

Oh no, he didn't say 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 50 Cent came back into the picture
better not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a piece of celery
Okay, cause see, don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!