Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

It's easy to see you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to hold Shaq 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
decease existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, that you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be
Knowing that you get knocked you get fucked in the
a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an 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 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, never 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 mack
Every little nigga you see me
Hold a gun big enough to hold Shaq down
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask about me, the boy don't back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we do now?
How we eat man? 50 back around"
Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get
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 Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the
You gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, they suck, they no good
I ain't never 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 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 back down
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 time you in the and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

I telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling you getting 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 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 about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit soldier, nigga
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't hurt nobody
And know big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came into the picture
better 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 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!