Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

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

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

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

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 nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big 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

I ain't telling you pussy
I telling anyone you getting extorted
I've been waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Show"
is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You cops to hold you down 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 motherfucking 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 know big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent back into the picture
They better not put their 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 know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I know karate, and I see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!