Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

It's easy to see you look at me
If you closely 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coasts 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 don't down

Any living that cannot co-exist with the kid
decease existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase
Your is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that you get knocked you get in the yard
a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft 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
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 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 like you some big shot
Ha ha,

easy to see when you look at me
If you closely 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that 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 me, the young boy don't back down

"The rap game is all up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we eat man? 50 back around"
Ja's little punk 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 sound like the cookie
I'm the from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other niggas they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the
You never gonna sell Tah, Crack Child
Them dead, they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they them in the hood
I'm back better than ever on top of my
Even them country boys saying "50 we you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York own bad guy

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

I telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you extorted
I've 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 can't sleep, I'm a nightmare,
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 done told you,
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier,
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say about Ja
Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent back into the picture
They better not put their on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree pink
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a piece of celery
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!