Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

It's to see when you look at me
If you look 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
Every little you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking Shaq down
time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

Any thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking them
Your success is not enough, you 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 necklace
And your is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful to me you're a mystery
I know from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, 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 closely 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 time you in the and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy back down

"The rap game is all up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
That's little punk ass thinking out loud
Southside 'til I die, just how I get down
I'm in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer
You sing for and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is
All the other hard they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Child
Them niggas dead, just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they like in the hood
I'm better than ever 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 City's own bad guy

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 hold that mack
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to hold Shaq down
Next time you in the and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back

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

Oh no, he didn't say about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in small packages,
Now everythang was until 50 Cent came back into the picture
They not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do know me?
Okay, I so
you know that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!