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 both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
Every nigga you see around me
a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask about me, the boy don't back down

Any living thing cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
Your mami, your papi, bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be
Knowing that you get you get fucked in the yard
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 could he
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be
You can buy cars, but you buy respect 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 like you some big shot
Ha ha,

easy 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 mack down
Every 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 back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat 50 back around"
That's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's 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 hardest New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard they come from Yonkers
been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack
Them dead, they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the
I'm back better ever on top of my game
Even them boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my
I'm New City's own bad guy

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

I ain't anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting
been 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 for your life
But you heard about them guns I done bought,
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 say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs in small packages, holla
Now was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture
better not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, don't know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I know karate, and I see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!