Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

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

Sevilles, Coupe De Villes
Brain dead rims, yeah, stupid
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 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 pill and a happy meal, fuck a slut
I cut my toes off and on the receipt before I foot the bill
Listen garden tool don't me introduce you to my tool
You know the fucking

How you douche feel knowing you're disposable?
eve Massengill
Shady's got the appeal, baby, crank 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 where I'm at man
I gave Bruce a Valium and said
ya fuckin ass down I'm ready for combat, man
Get it calm

Nah, ain't nobody whose as bomb and as
are like mum's cat scans
Cause 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 Tas, yeah

You can the alarm
You can call out guards
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 Parkinsons
Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws playin' a etch a sketch
Betcha that you'll never guess who's knocking at 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
with the tongue muthfucker

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

words I'm off the meat 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 don't need the swine flu
To be a sick pig, you're I'm dope
I'm the longest needle here
Need a fix up I'm the big shot, get it nuts
Your just 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 with a six pack in his hatchback
Trailer attached to the back
(Dispatch)

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

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

Bitch, am I the that your boyfriend stopped rapping
Does a chirp?
Does Lil Wayne slurps syrup 'til he burps and smokes
Does a word search gets circles wrapped around it
You do when I come through, I'd like you to yourself
Of the fuck I can do when I'm on the mic
Or your the of girl that I can take a liking to

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

Gimme good
Watch the wood grain, don't no cum stain
Bitch, you listening tryna' me down
Slut I'm talking to you, turn me 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 lightening
And they say it never strikes twice in the same place
Then how the fuck have I been hit six
In three different locations on four ocassions?

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

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

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

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