Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Need I remind you that I need the fucking swine flu
To be a sick pig, you're I'm dope
I'm the longest needle here
a fix up I'm the big shot, get it dicks nuts
Your small boats little pricks

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

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

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

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

Bitch, am I the reason your boyfriend stopped rapping
Does a chirp?
Does Lil Wayne slurps 'til he burps and smokes purp?
Does a word search gets wrapped around it like
You do I come 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 girl I can take a liking to

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

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

Shut the fuck up while my playin'
shit stain on the underwear of life
What's the saying? Where there's thunder there's
And they say that it never strikes twice in the same
how the fuck have I been hit six times
In three locations on four separate ocassions?

And you can bet stanking ass
That I've come to smash in my path
Fork was in the took the pyschopath
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 me Doodi

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

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