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 with
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
Every little you see around me
a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy back down

Any living that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, that you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be
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 is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me a mystery
I know niggas 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 you some big shot
Ha ha,

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

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

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

I ain't telling anyone you
I ain't telling anyone you getting
I've been patently waiting to
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 cops to hold you down you fear for your life
But you heard them guns 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? Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And know big thangs 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 don't know that I am a 12 degree pink
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!