Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any living thing that cannot co-exist the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be
Knowing that you get knocked you get in the yard
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he
Sell his for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you no history
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 closely 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both with toast
Eastside, Westside, I that mack down
Every little you see around 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 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 ass thinking 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 is bonkers
All the other hard niggas they from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Tah, Crack Child
Them dead, they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a say they like them in the hood
I'm back better ever on top of my game
Even country boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New City's own bad guy

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

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

Oh no, he didn't say anything Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never nobody
And y'all know big come in small packages, holla
Now was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture
They not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they 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 don't know me, Delicious, do know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!