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 mack down
Every nigga 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 about me, the boy don't back down

Any living thing that cannot co-exist the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you
Your dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be
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 your
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he
Sell his for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the
Maybe I'm so cause to me you're a mystery
I know 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 around like you big shot
Ha ha,

It's easy to see when you at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
Every 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 gonna eat 50 back around"
That's Ja's punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get
I'm in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie
I'm the hardest from New York, my is bonkers
All the other hard they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the
You never gonna Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them dead, they just suck, they no good
I never heard a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm better than ever on top of my game
them country boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York own bad guy

It's to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 back down
Everywhere I go both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
Every little nigga you see me
Hold a gun big enough to hold Shaq down
Next you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy back down

I ain't telling anyone you
I ain't telling you getting extorted
I've been patently 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 them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit soldier, nigga
(They not like you)
I know, I

Oh no, he say anything about Ja
Ja is my boo, okay? 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 back the picture
They not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of
Okay, see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!