Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing cannot co-exist with the kid
decease 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
that you get knocked you get fucked in the yard
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a
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 you look at me
If you look closely 50 back down
I go both coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
Every little you see around 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 back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, are we gonna do now?
How we eat man? 50 back around"
Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my is bonkers
All the other hard niggas they come from
It's been years and you had the same in the background
You never gonna sell 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 saying "50 we 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 don't down
Everywhere I go both coasts with
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
Every little nigga you see me
Hold a gun big enough to hold Shaq down
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask about me, the boy don't back down

I ain't anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you 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 can't sleep, I'm a nightmare,
You hired cops to hold you down cause you for your life
But you about them guns I done bought, right?
I going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not gon' 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 in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back the picture
They better not put their hands on
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 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 know that I know karate, and I see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!