Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase
success 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 watch was an exchange for your
And your boss is a bitch, if he he would
Sell his soul for cheap, 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, nigga stop
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run like you some big shot
Ha ha,

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

"The rap game is all fucked up now, are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat 50 back 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 sound the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is
All the other hard niggas come from Yonkers
It's years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
niggas dead, they just suck, they no good
I ain't never a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm better than ever on top of my game
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

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

I ain't telling anyone you
I ain't telling you getting extorted
I've patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, to "The 50 Cent 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 cause you fear for life
But you heard about them guns I bought, right?
I going nowhere, I done 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 ain't hurt nobody
And know big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent back into the picture
They better not put their hands on
Okay, first of all, they know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!