Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

It's easy to see you look at me
If you look 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
Every nigga 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 boy don't back down

Any living thing that cannot co-exist the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you
Your little ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be
Knowing that you get you get fucked in the yard
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you 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
his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me a mystery
I niggas from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never 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 look 50 don't back 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
time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
Ja's little punk 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 like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas come from Yonkers
been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them dead, they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they them in the hood
I'm back better ever 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 City's 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 that mack down
Every nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to hold Shaq down
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy back down

I telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting
I've been waiting to blow
and gentlemen, welcome 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 Atkins ain't hurt nobody
And know big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the
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 they me?
Okay, I so
Cause you that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!