Luyện nghe bài hát Back Down

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

Any thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, nigga, now listen
Your mami, your papi, that you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase
Your is not enough, you wanna 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 exchange for your
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you can't buy respect in the
Maybe I'm so cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas 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 some big
Ha ha,

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

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinking out
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 sound the cookie monster
I'm the hardest New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas they from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same in the background
You never sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack Child
Them dead, they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they them in the hood
I'm back better than ever on top of my
Even them country boys saying "50 we you, mane"
Now you the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York own bad guy

easy to see when you look at me
If you closely 50 don't 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 fucking hold Shaq
Next you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back

I ain't telling anyone you
I ain't anyone you getting extorted
I've been patently to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Show"
is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You cops to hold you down cause you fear for your life
But you heard about them guns I bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I told you, nigga
I'm a motherfucking soldier, nigga
(They not gon' you)
I know, I

Oh no, he didn't say anything Ja
Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came into the picture
better not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 pink belt
Okay, I will his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you that I know karate, and I will see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!