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 both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that 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 boy don't back down

Any living thing that co-exist with the kid
Must existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you be hard
Knowing that you get knocked you get fucked in the
a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run like you some big shot
Ha ha,

easy to see when you look at me
If you closely 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack 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 young boy back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, are we gonna do now?
How we eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass out loud
'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the monster
I'm the from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the hard niggas they come from Yonkers
It's been and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
niggas dead, they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the
I'm back than ever on top of my game
Even them boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck my zone, outta my throne
I'm New City's own bad guy

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

I telling anyone you pussy
I ain't 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 that I'm back, you sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You hired cops to hold you down cause you fear for life
But you heard about them I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done you, nigga
I'm a motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not like you)
I know, I

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