Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing cannot co-exist with the kid
decease existing, little nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, that you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you be hard
Knowing 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 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 can't buy in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful to me you're a mystery
I niggas 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 look closely 50 don't back
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
Every nigga 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 about me, the young boy back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
That's Ja's little punk ass out loud
'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie
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 gonna sell Tah, Crack Child
Them niggas dead, just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say like them in the hood
I'm back better than ever on top of my
Even country 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 to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 back down
Everywhere I go both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
Every little nigga you see me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking Shaq down
time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't down

I ain't anyone you pussy
I ain't anyone you getting extorted
I've been patently to blow
and gentlemen, welcome 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 hold you down cause you fear for your
But you about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I told you, nigga
I'm a motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not like you)
I know, I

Oh no, he say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt
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, of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I know karate, and I see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!