Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
decease existing, little nigga, now listen
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 you get fucked in the yard
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the
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 life to be
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful to me you're a mystery
I know niggas ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga fronting
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 don't back
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
little 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 fucked up now, are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
That's Ja's little 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 for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, they just suck, they no
I ain't never a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm back better ever on top of my game
Even country boys 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 when you at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
Every little nigga you see 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 back

I ain't telling you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you extorted
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 can't sleep, I'm a nightmare,
You hired cops to hold you cause you fear for your life
But you about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done 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 know big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was until 50 Cent came back into the picture
better not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of
Okay, cause see, they know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!