Luyện nghe bài hát Won’t Back Down

You can the alarm
You can call out your
You can fence in your
You can all the cards

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

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

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

Baby, what the deal, we can
Split half a pill and a happy meal, a stank slut
I cut my toes off and step on the receipt I foot the bill
Listen garden tool don't me introduce you to my power
You know the fucking

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

These cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at man
I gave Wayne a Valium and said
ya fuckin ass down I'm ready for combat, man
Get it calm

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

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

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

Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with
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, ladies, you gon get divorced
Girl, remorse, I'ma hit you broads with
Chris's paws like you him off
Talented with the muthfucker

You ain't gotta lick in
licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores
Makin' cash registers 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, the beat back
Bring me two chords
I'mma measure my dick, shit, I need 6 more
Fuck, my big, bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

Psych I'm you like a football
Been this way since I've stood a foot
Your'e a good with a shitty spouse
Pretty and a good jaw

Gimme good
Watch the grain, don't want no cum stain
Bitch, you listening tryna' turn me
Slut I'm talking to you, me back up
Are you insane talk over me in the car

Shut the up while my shits playin'
I'ma shit on the underwear of life
What's the saying? there's thunder there's lightening
And they say that it strikes twice in the same place
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 everything in my
Fork was in the road the pyschopath
ivy wouldn't have me thinking rash

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

You can the alarm
You can call out guards
You can fence in your
You can pull all the

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