Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

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

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

Baby, the deal, we can chill
Split half a 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 feel knowing you're disposable?
Summers eve
Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, the shit
it's your God damn jam
You say that you want your punchlines a little 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
they fucking dope bananas, honey I applaud that ass
Swear to God man these moms can't dance, ma show 'em how it's
Spazz a goddamn Tas, yeah

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

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

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

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

You ain't gotta lick in
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

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

Need I remind you that I 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 nuts
Your just small boats pricks

Girl you think 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 your ass
White trash half a six pack in his hatchback
Trailer hitched to the back
(Dispatch)

You can the alarm
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

Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend rapping
Does a chirp?
Does Lil Wayne slurps 'til he burps and smokes purp?
Does a search gets circles wrapped around it like
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 kind of girl that I can take a to

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

Gimme good
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

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

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

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

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 won't down, oh, no