Luyện nghe bài hát Won’t Back Down

You can the alarm
You can out your guards
You can fence in yard
You can all the cards

But I won't down, oh, no
I won't down, oh, no

Sevilles, Coupe De Villes
Brain dead rims, yeah, stupid
Girl, I'm too for real, lose your and nails
Try to it, try to deny it

Stupid you will feel, what I do, I do at
Shooting from the hip, boy shoot to kill
Half a left on my death bed
Screaming F yeah super Ill

Baby, what the deal, we can
Split half a and a happy meal, fuck a stank slut
I cut my toes off and on the receipt before I foot the bill
Listen garden tool me introduce you to my power tool
You know the drill

How you douche bags knowing you're disposable?
Summers eve
Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, crank the
'Cause it's God damn jam
You say you want your punchlines a little more compact
Well, shawty, I'm man

These other cats metaphorically where I'm at man
I Bruce Wayne a Valium and said
Settle ya ass down I'm ready for combat, man
Get it calm

Nah, ain't nobody as bomb and as nuts
Lines are mum's cat scans
Cause they fucking dope bananas, honey I that ass
Swear to God man these moms can't dance, ma show 'em how done
like a goddamn Tas, yeah

You can sound the
You can call out your
You can in your yard
You can pull all the

But I back down, oh, no
I back down, oh, no

Girl, that ass like a donkey with Parkinsons
Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws with a etch a sketch
that you'll never guess who's knocking at your door
People hit the

Yeah, tonight ladies, you gon get
Girl, forget remorse, hit you broads with
Chris's like you pissed him off
with the tongue muthfucker

You ain't lick in yours
licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores
Makin' cash shit their draws
Think you spit the raw, I'm an uncut of beef
Laying on your kitchen

Other words I'm off the meat rack, bring the back
Bring me two chords
I'mma measure my dick, shit, I need 6 more
Fuck, my dick's big,

Need I remind you that I don't the fucking swine flu
To be a pig, you're addicted I'm dope
I'm the longest needle here
Need a fix up I'm the big shot, get it nuts
Your small boats little pricks

Girl you think other pricks hot
I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit
I sit back and let 'em get hot

Better call the cops on 'em fast
Shady's right back on bitch ass
White trash with half a six in his hatchback
Trailer hitched to the back
(Dispatch)

You can sound the
You can call out guards
You can fence in your
You can all the cards

But I back down, oh, no
I won't down, oh, no

Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped
Does a chirp?
Does Lil Wayne syrup 'til he burps and smokes purp?
Does a search gets circles wrapped around it like
You do when I through, I'd like you to remind yourself
Of the fuck I can do when I'm on the mic
Or the kind of girl that I can take a liking to

Psych I'm spiking you a football
Been way since I've stood a foot tall
Your'e a catch with a shitty spouse
Pretty mouth and a jaw

Gimme brain
Watch the wood grain, want no cum stain
Bitch, you tryna' turn me down
I'm talking to you, turn me back up
Are you insane talk over me in the car

Shut the fuck up my shits playin'
I'ma shit on the underwear of life
What's the saying? Where there's thunder there's
And they say that it never strikes twice in the same
Then how the have I been hit six times
In three different locations on separate ocassions?

And you can bet stanking ass
That I've come to smash in my path
was in the road took the pyschopath
Poison ivy wouldn't me thinking rash

So hit the floor, cutie
I do my duty on this microphone
Shake booty shawty I'm the shit
Why you think used to call me Doodi

You can sound the
You can out your guards
You can in your yard
You can pull all the

But I back down, oh, no
I won't down, oh, no