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

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

you will feel, what I do, I do at will
Shooting the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
Half a left on my death bed
F that yeah super 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 before I foot the bill
Listen garden tool me introduce you to my power tool
You the fucking drill

How you douche bags feel knowing you're
Summers eve
Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, crank the
'Cause it's your God 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 a Valium and said
Settle ya fuckin ass down I'm 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 that ass
to God man these moms can't dance, ma show 'em how it's done
Spazz like a goddamn Tas,

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

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

Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with
Make Michael J Fox in the jaws playin' 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, remorse, I'ma hit you broads with
Chris's paws you pissed him off
with the tongue muthfucker

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

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

Need I you that I don't need the fucking swine 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 dicks
Your small boats little pricks

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

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

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

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

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

I'm spiking you like a football
Been this way since I've a foot tall
Your'e a catch with a shitty spouse
mouth and a good jaw

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

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

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

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

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

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