Luyện nghe bài hát Won’t Back Down

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nah, ain't whose as bomb and as nuts
Lines are like mum's cat
Cause fucking dope bananas, honey I applaud that ass
Swear to God man these moms dance, ma show 'em how it's done
Spazz like a Tas, yeah

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

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

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

Yeah, ladies, you gon get divorced
Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you with
Chris's paws like you him off
Talented with the muthfucker

You ain't lick in yours
Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' stores
Makin' cash registers their draws
Think you spit the raw, I'm an uncut slab of
Laying on kitchen floor

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

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

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

Better call the cops on 'em quick
Shady's right on your bitch ass
White trash half a six pack in his hatchback
hitched attached to the back
(Dispatch)

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

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

Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend rapping
Does a bird
Does Lil Wayne slurps syrup 'til he and smokes purp?
a word 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 your the kind of that I can take a liking to

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

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

Shut the fuck up while my playin'
I'ma shit stain on the underwear of
What's the saying? there's thunder there's lightening
And they say that it never twice in the same place
Then how the fuck have I been hit six
In different locations on four separate ocassions?

And you can bet your ass
That I've come to smash everything in my
Fork was in the road took the
Poison ivy wouldn't have me rash

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

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

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