Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, nigga, now listen
Your mami, papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
success 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 was an exchange for your necklace
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 a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you big shot
Ha ha,

It's easy to see when you at me
If you closely 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coasts with
Eastside, Westside, I hold 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 me, the young boy don't back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we do now?
How we gonna eat 50 back around"
That's Ja's little ass thinking out loud
Southside 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 hardest from New York, my is bonkers
All the hard niggas they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, they just suck, no good
I ain't heard a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm back better than ever on top of my
them country boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, my throne
I'm New City's own bad guy

It's easy to see when you at me
If you look closely 50 back down
Everywhere I go both coasts with
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
little nigga you see around 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 back down

I ain't anyone you pussy
I ain't telling 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 for your life
But you heard them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not like you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in packages, holla
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 of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!