Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

It's easy to see when you at me
If you look closely 50 don't back
Everywhere I go both coasts with
Eastside, Westside, I hold 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 about me, the boy don't back down

Any living that cannot 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 you get fucked in the yard
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your
And your is a bitch, if he could he would
his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around you some big shot
Ha ha,

It's easy to see when you at me
If you look closely 50 back down
Everywhere I go coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
Every little nigga you see me
a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the 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 eat man? 50 back around"
Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, just how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to rule and
You sing for and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is
All the other hard niggas they from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same in the background
You never gonna sell Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, they just suck, no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they them in the hood
I'm back better than on top of my game
Even them boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York own bad guy

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

I ain't telling you pussy
I ain't telling you getting 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 sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You hired cops to hold you down you fear for your life
But you heard about them guns I bought, right?
I going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit soldier, nigga
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say anything Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Atkins 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 better not put hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little of celery
Okay, cause see, they know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
you know that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!