Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase
Your is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that you get knocked you get in the yard
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your
And your is a bitch, if he could he would
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 you're a
I niggas from 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 look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I that 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 me, the young boy don't back down

"The rap game is all up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat 50 back around"
Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get
I'm back in the game, shawty, to and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the monster
I'm the hardest New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the 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 better ever on top of my game
Even them country boys saying "50 we you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, 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 coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
Every nigga 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 don't back

I ain't anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting
been 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 hold you cause you fear for your life
But you heard about them I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier,
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came into the picture
better not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, don't know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I dice his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, see, they don't 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!