Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
Your mami, your papi, bitch you chasin'
little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be
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 necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he
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 disrespectful to me you're a mystery
I niggas from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around you some big shot
Ha ha,

It's easy to see when you at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
Every little nigga you see 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

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinking out
Southside 'til I die, that's how I get down
I'm in the game, shawty, to rule 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
It's years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Child
Them niggas dead, they just suck, they no
I ain't heard a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm better than ever on top of my game
Even them country saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, my throne
I'm New City's own bad guy

easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
Every little nigga you see me
Hold a gun big 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 extorted
I've been waiting to blow
and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent 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 you down cause you fear for your life
But you heard about them guns I done bought,
I going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit soldier, nigga
(They not like 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 y'all know big thangs come in small packages,
Now everythang was cool until 50 came back into the picture
They better not put hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of
Okay, see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!