Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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 that mack down
Every little you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking Shaq down
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

Any living thing that co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking them
Your is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that you get knocked you get fucked in the
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the
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, his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy in the hood
I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no
Never poked nothing, popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you big shot
Ha ha,

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

"The rap game is all fucked up now, are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinking out
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 sound the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is
All the other niggas they come from Yonkers
been 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 ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the
I'm better than ever on top of my game
Even them boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my
I'm New York own bad guy

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

I ain't telling you pussy
I telling anyone you getting extorted
I've patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 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 you down cause you fear for your life
But you heard about 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 anything Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in small packages,
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent back into the picture
They better not put hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I dice his ass up like a little piece 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!