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 hold down
time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back

Any living thing that cannot co-exist the kid
Must decease existing, nigga, now listen
Your mami, papi, that bitch you chasin'
little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you be hard
that you get knocked 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 boss is a bitch, if he could he
his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a
I niggas from ya hood, you have no history
Never nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you some big
Ha ha,

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

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

It's easy to see you look at me
If you look closely 50 back down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack 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 down

I telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling you getting extorted
I've been patently waiting to
and gentlemen, welcome 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 your
But you heard about them guns I done bought,
I ain't going nowhere, I done told you,
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier,
(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 big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came into the picture
They better not put their hands on
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree pink
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a piece of celery
Okay, cause see, 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!