Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

But I back 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

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

Baby, the deal, we can chill
Split half a pill and a happy meal, a stank slut
I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the
Listen garden tool me introduce you to my power tool
You know the drill

How you douche bags feel knowing you're
eve Massengill
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 where I'm at man
I Bruce Wayne a Valium and said
ya fuckin ass down I'm ready for combat, man
Get it calm

Nah, ain't nobody as bomb and as nuts
Lines are like mum's cat
Cause they fucking dope bananas, honey I applaud ass
Swear to God man these moms can't dance, ma show 'em how done
Spazz like a 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 that ass like a with Parkinsons
Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws with a etch a sketch
Betcha that you'll guess who's knocking at your door
hit the floors

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 gotta in yours
licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores
Makin' cash registers shit draws
you spit the raw, I'm an uncut slab of beef
Laying on your kitchen

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

Need I remind you that I don't need the fucking flu
To be a sick pig, addicted I'm dope
I'm the longest needle here
a fix up I'm the big shot, get it dicks nuts
Your just boats little pricks

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

call the cops on 'em quick fast
Shady's back on your bitch ass
White with half a six pack in his hatchback
Trailer hitched to the back
(Dispatch)

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 back down, oh, no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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