Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing that co-exist with the kid
decease existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, 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 watch was an exchange for necklace
And boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, his life to be Suge
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 you some big shot
Ha ha,

It's easy to see when you at me
If you look closely 50 back down
Everywhere I go both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
little nigga 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 boy don't back 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 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 sing for hoes and like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my is bonkers
All the other hard niggas they come from
It's been years and you had the niggas in the background
You never gonna Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, just suck, they no good
I ain't heard a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm back better than on top of my game
Even them country saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my
I'm New York own bad guy

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
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 me, the young boy don't back 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 I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You hired cops to hold you down you fear for your life
But you about them guns I done bought, right?
I going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say anything Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never nobody
And y'all big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the
They better not put their on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know I am a 12 degree 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 I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!