Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing that 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
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 watch was an exchange for your
And your is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be
You can buy cars, but you can't buy in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you some big
Ha ha,

It's to see when you look at me
If you look 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 Shaq
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
That's Ja's little punk ass out loud
Southside I die, that's just 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 New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other niggas they come 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, they no
I never heard 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 the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York own bad guy

It's easy to see 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 hold down
time you in the hood 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 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 you down cause you fear for your life
But you about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit soldier, nigga
(They not like you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt
And y'all know big come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent back into the picture
better not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they 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!