Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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 hold that down
Every little 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

Any living thing that cannot with the kid
Must existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, bitch you chasin'
Your dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you be hard
that 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 necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he he would
his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me a mystery
I know from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run like you some big shot
Ha ha,

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

"The rap is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside I die, that's just how I get down
I'm in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer
You sing for hoes and like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is
All the hard niggas they come from Yonkers
It's years and you had the same niggas in the background
You gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
niggas dead, they 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 boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck my zone, outta my throne
I'm New City's own bad guy

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

I telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting
I've been 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 you fear for your life
But you heard them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I told you, nigga
I'm a motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say anything Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins never hurt nobody
And y'all know big come 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 know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of
Okay, cause see, they know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
you know that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!