Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing that cannot with the kid
Must existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, fucking erase them
success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that you get 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 your
And your is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery
I know from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run like you some big shot
Ha ha,

It's to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold down
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 up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
That's Ja's punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, just how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to and conquer
You for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is
All the other hard niggas they come Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the
You gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, they just suck, they no
I ain't heard a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm back better than ever on top of my
Even them country boys saying "50 we you, mane"
Now you stay the outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York own bad guy

easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 back down
I go both coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
little 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 young boy don't down

I ain't telling anyone you
I ain't anyone you getting extorted
been patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 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 your
But you heard about them guns I bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier,
(They not like you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say anything Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back the picture
They not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!