Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

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

Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe De
Brain rims, yeah, stupid 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
Shooting the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
Half a left on my death bed
Screaming F that super Ill

Baby, the deal, we can chill
half a pill and a happy meal, fuck a stank slut
I cut my toes off and on the receipt before I foot the bill
Listen garden don't me introduce you to my power tool
You know the drill

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

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

Nah, ain't whose as bomb and as nuts
Lines are mum's cat scans
Cause they fucking dope bananas, I applaud that ass
Swear to God man moms can't dance, ma show 'em how it's done
like a goddamn Tas, yeah

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

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

Girl, shake that ass a donkey with Parkinsons
Make like Michael J Fox in the 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 with
paws like you pissed him off
Talented with the tongue

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

Other I'm off the meat 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 need the fucking swine flu
To be a sick pig, you're I'm dope
I'm the longest around here
Need a fix up I'm the big shot, get it dicks
Your small boats little pricks

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

Better call the cops on 'em fast
right back on your bitch ass
White trash with half a six 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 won't down, oh, no
I won't down, oh, no

Bitch, am I the reason that your stopped rapping
Does a bird
Does Lil Wayne slurps syrup 'til he burps and purp?
Does a word search gets circles 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 of girl that I can take a liking to

Psych I'm spiking you 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 good
Watch the grain, don't want no cum stain
Bitch, you tryna' turn me down
Slut I'm to you, turn me back up
Are you insane tryna talk me in the car

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

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

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

You can the alarm
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