Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing cannot co-exist with the kid
Must existing, little nigga, now listen
mami, your 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 for your necklace
And boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the
I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas ya hood, you have no history
Never nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run like you some big shot
Ha ha,

It's easy to see you look at me
If you look closely 50 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
Next you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back

"The rap is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinking out
Southside I die, that's just how I get down
I'm in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer
You sing for and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the hard niggas they come from Yonkers
been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, 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 country boys "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 back down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
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 back down

I telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting
I've patently 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 hold you down cause you fear for life
But you heard about them I done bought, right?
I ain't nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit 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 never nobody
And y'all know big come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was until 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 belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up a little piece 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!