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 coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big to fucking hold 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 with the kid
Must existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, that you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking them
success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that you get knocked you get fucked in the
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the
I eat ya for breakfast, the was an exchange for your necklace
And boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be
You can buy cars, but you can't buy in the hood
I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga 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 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coasts with
Eastside, Westside, I hold mack down
Every nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking Shaq down
Next you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 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 hoes and sound the cookie monster
I'm the from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas they from Yonkers
been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Child
Them niggas dead, they 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
Even them country boys saying "50 we you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my
I'm New York own bad guy

It's to see when you look at me
If you closely 50 don't back down
I go both coasts with toast
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 don't back

I ain't telling anyone you
I ain't anyone you getting extorted
I've been patently 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 you fear for your life
But you about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done told you,
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier,
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was until 50 Cent came back into the picture
better not put their 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 a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!