Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

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

Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe De
dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels
Girl, I'm too for real, lose your and nails
Try to fight it, try to it

Stupid you will feel, I do, I do at will
from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
Half a breath on my death bed
Screaming F that 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 step on the receipt before I the bill
Listen garden tool don't me you to my power tool
You know the drill

How you douche bags feel you're disposable?
Summers eve
Shady's got the appeal, baby, crank the shit
it's your God damn jam
You say that you want your punchlines a more compact
Well, shawty, I'm man

These cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at man
I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and
ya fuckin ass down I'm ready for combat, man
Get it calm

Nah, ain't nobody whose as bomb and as
Lines are like cat scans
Cause they dope bananas, honey I applaud that ass
Swear to God man these moms dance, ma show 'em how it's done
Spazz like a Tas, yeah

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

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

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

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

You gotta lick in yours
Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' stores
Makin' cash shit their draws
Think you spit the raw, I'm an uncut of beef
Laying on your floor

words I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back
Bring me two chords
I'mma my dick, shit, I need 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 addicted I'm
I'm the needle around here
Need a fix up I'm the big shot, get it nuts
Your small boats little pricks

Girl you think 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 quick
Shady's right on your bitch ass
White trash with half a six in his hatchback
Trailer hitched attached to the
(Dispatch)

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 back down, oh, no

Bitch, am I the reason your boyfriend stopped rapping
Does a bird
Does Lil Wayne slurps syrup 'til he burps and purp?
Does a word 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 you like a football
Been this way since stood a foot tall
Your'e a good catch with a shitty
Pretty mouth and a jaw

good brain
Watch the wood grain, want no cum stain
Bitch, you listening tryna' me down
Slut I'm to you, turn me back up
Are you insane tryna talk me in the car

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

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

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

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

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