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, wheels
Girl, I'm too for real, your tooth and nails
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 left on my bed
Screaming F that super Ill

Baby, what the deal, we can
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 tool don't me 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 your God damn jam
You say that you want your a little more compact
Well, shawty, I'm man

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

Nah, ain't whose as bomb and as nuts
are like 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 the alarm
You can call out guards
You can fence in yard
You can all the cards

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

Girl, shake that ass like a donkey Parkinsons
Make 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, ladies, you gon get divorced
Girl, forget remorse, hit you broads with
Chris's like you pissed him off
Talented with the tongue

You ain't gotta in yours
Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' stores
Makin' cash shit their draws
Think you spit the raw, I'm an uncut slab of
on your kitchen floor

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

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

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

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

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 back down, oh, no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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