Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

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

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

Stupid you feel, what I do, I do at will
Shooting from the hip, boy shoot to kill
a breath 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 step on the receipt before I foot the
garden tool don't me introduce you to my power tool
You the fucking drill

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

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

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

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

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

Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with
Make like J Fox in the jaws playin' with a etch a sketch
Betcha that you'll guess who's knocking at your door
People hit the

Yeah, tonight ladies, you gon get
Girl, remorse, I'ma hit you broads with
Chris's paws you pissed him off
Talented with the tongue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 slurps syrup 'til he burps and smokes purp?
a word search gets circles wrapped around it like
You do I come through, I'd like you to remind yourself
Of what the I can do when I'm on the mic
Or your the of girl that I can take a liking to

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

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

the fuck up while my shits playin'
I'ma shit stain on the of life
the saying? Where there's thunder there's lightening
And they say that it never strikes twice in the place
Then how the fuck I been hit six times
In three different on four separate ocassions?

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

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

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

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