Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing that cannot with the kid
Must decease existing, nigga, now listen
mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase
success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that you get knocked you get fucked in the
a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the was an exchange for your necklace
And boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the
I'm so disrespectful cause 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 like you big shot
Ha ha,

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

"The rap game is all up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to rule and
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie
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 just suck, no good
I ain't never a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm better than ever on top of my game
them country boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck 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 don't back
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I that mack down
Every little 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 young boy don't back

I ain't anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you 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 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 told you,
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier,
(They not like you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say anything Ja
Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back the picture
They better not put hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
you know that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!