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 won't 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, yeah boy shoot to
a breath left on my death bed
Screaming F that super 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 don't me introduce you to my power tool
You know the fucking

How you douche bags feel knowing you're
eve Massengill
Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, the shit
'Cause your God damn jam
You say that you want your a little more 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 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 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 sound the
You can call out your
You can in your yard
You can pull all the

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

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

Yeah, tonight ladies, you gon get
Girl, remorse, I'ma hit you broads with
Chris's paws you pissed him off
Talented with the tongue

You ain't gotta lick in
Hittin' licks I'm robbin' liquor stores
cash registers shit their draws
Think you spit the raw, I'm an slab of beef
on your kitchen floor

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

Need I remind you that I don't the fucking 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 dicks
Your just boats little pricks

Girl you that other pricks hot
I'll drink and eat a lit match
I sit back and let 'em get hot

Better call the cops on 'em fast
Shady's right on your bitch ass
White trash with a six pack in his hatchback
Trailer attached to the back
(Dispatch)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can the alarm
You can call out your
You can in your yard
You can pull all the

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