Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing that cannot with the kid
decease existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, that you chasin'
Your dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your 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 for your necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he
Sell his for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you some big
Ha ha,

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

"The rap is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little ass thinking out loud
'til 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 hard niggas come from Yonkers
It's years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them dead, they just suck, they no good
I never heard a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm back better than on top of my game
Even them country boys "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New City's own bad guy

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

I ain't anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you extorted
I've been waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, to "The 50 Cent Show"
is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare,
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 done 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 ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in small packages,
Now everythang was cool 50 Cent came back into the picture
They not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree pink
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of
Okay, cause see, don't know 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!