Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with
Make like Michael J Fox in the 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 like you pissed him off
Talented the tongue muthfucker

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

Other words I'm off the rack, bring the beat back
Bring me two extension
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 pig, you're addicted 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 think that other hot
drink gasoline and eat a lit match
'Fore I sit and let 'em get hot

Better call the cops on 'em 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 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 back down, oh, no

Bitch, am I the reason that boyfriend stopped 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 fuck I can do I'm on the mic
Or your the kind of girl that I can take a to

Psych I'm you like a football
Been this way since stood a foot tall
Your'e a good with a shitty spouse
Pretty and a good jaw

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

Shut the fuck up while my playin'
I'ma shit 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
Then how the fuck I been hit six times
In three locations on four separate ocassions?

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

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

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

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