Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
decease existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that you get 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 your
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 in the hood
Maybe I'm so cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas ya hood, you have no history
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 easy to see when you at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
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 down
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

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

It's to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold 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 back down

I ain't telling anyone you
I ain't telling anyone you getting
been patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, 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 fear for life
But you heard about them guns I done bought,
I ain't nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he say anything about 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 back into the picture
They better not put their hands on
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!