Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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 back down, oh, no

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

you will feel, what I do, I do at will
Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to
Half a left on my death bed
Screaming F that 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 receipt I foot the bill
Listen garden don't me introduce 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 your God damn jam
You say you want your punchlines a little more compact
Well, shawty, I'm man

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

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't lick in yours
Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' stores
Makin' registers shit their draws
Think you spit the raw, I'm an uncut 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 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 I'm dope
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 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 back on your ass
White with half a six pack in his hatchback
hitched attached 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 back down, oh, no
I won't 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 word search gets circles wrapped it like
You do when I through, I'd like you to remind yourself
Of what the I can do when 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 catch with a shitty
mouth and a good jaw

Gimme brain
Watch the wood grain, want no cum stain
Bitch, you listening tryna' me down
Slut I'm to you, turn me back up
Are you tryna talk over me in the car

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

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

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

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 won't down, oh, no