Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

You can sound the
You can call out guards
You can in your yard
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 and nails
Try to fight it, try to it

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

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

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

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

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

You can sound the
You can out your guards
You can fence in your
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 like Michael J Fox in the jaws with a etch a sketch
Betcha that you'll never guess who's at your door
People hit the

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

You ain't gotta lick in
Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor
Makin' cash registers shit draws
Think you spit the raw, I'm an uncut of beef
on your kitchen floor

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

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

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

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

You can sound the
You can call out your
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 that your boyfriend stopped rapping
Does a chirp?
Lil Wayne slurps 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 what the fuck I can do 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 this way since I've stood a foot
Your'e a good with a shitty spouse
mouth and a good jaw

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

Shut the up while my shits playin'
I'ma shit on the underwear of life
What's the saying? Where there's there's lightening
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 four ocassions?

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

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

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

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