Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking them
Your is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing you get knocked you get fucked in the yard
a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he
Sell his soul for cheap, his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the
Maybe I'm so disrespectful to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you no history
poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you some big
Ha ha,

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

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do
How we eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get
I'm in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer
You sing for hoes and 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 niggas in the
You never sell Mitsubishi 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 ever on top of my game
Even them country boys "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, my throne
I'm New York own bad guy

It's easy to see when you at me
If you look 50 don't back down
I go both coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I that mack down
Every nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold 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 ain't 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 I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
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 G-Unit soldier, nigga
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say about 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 better not put their on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't 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!