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 back down, oh, no

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can sound the
You can call out guards
You can fence in yard
You can pull all the

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

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

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

You gotta lick in yours
Hittin' licks like I'm liquor stores
Makin' cash registers shit their
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
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 need the fucking flu
To be a sick pig, you're addicted I'm
I'm the longest around here
Need a fix up I'm the big shot, get it nuts
Your just small boats little

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

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

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 back down, oh, no

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

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

Gimme good
Watch the wood grain, want no cum stain
Bitch, you listening turn me down
I'm talking to you, turn me back up
Are you insane tryna over 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 that it never strikes in the same place
Then how the have I been hit six times
In three different locations on four separate

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

You can the alarm
You can call out guards
You can fence in your
You can pull all the

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