Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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 nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq
Next 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, your papi, bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase
Your success is not enough, you 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 watch was an exchange for your
And boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you no history
poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
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 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
little nigga you see around 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 boy don't back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
That's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, just how I get down
I'm in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer
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 years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Child
Them niggas dead, they suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a say they like them in the hood
I'm back better than ever on top of my
Even country boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, 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
I go both coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
Every nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to hold Shaq down
Next you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

I telling 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 I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You hired cops to hold you down cause you for your life
But you heard about them I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier,
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the
They better not put 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 a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!