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 both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
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
decease existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll erase them
Your success is not enough, you be hard
that you get knocked 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 for your necklace
And boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy in the hood
Maybe I'm so cause to me you're a mystery
I niggas from ya hood, you have no history
Never nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you 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 that down
Every nigga you see around 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 up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat 50 back around"
Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get
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 come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same in the background
You gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, they just suck, no good
I ain't never a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm back better than on top of my game
Even country boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck 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 don't back
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I that mack down
Every little you see around me
Hold a gun big to fucking hold Shaq down
Next you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

I telling anyone you pussy
I telling anyone you getting extorted
been 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 you down cause you fear for your life
But you heard 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 didn't say 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 into the
better not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree 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
Cause you know that I karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!