Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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 won't down, oh, no

Sevilles, Coupe De Villes
Brain dead rims, yeah, wheels
Girl, I'm too for real, lose tooth and nails
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 yeah Ill

Baby, what the deal, we can
Split a pill and a happy meal, fuck 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 the fucking drill

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

These other cats ain't metaphorically I'm at man
I gave Bruce a Valium and said
ya fuckin ass down I'm ready for combat, man
Get it Batman?

Nah, ain't nobody whose as and as nuts
Lines are mum's cat scans
Cause they fucking 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 the alarm
You can call out your
You can fence in your
You can all the cards

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

Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with
Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws playin' with a a sketch
Betcha that you'll guess who's knocking at your door
hit the floors

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

You gotta lick in yours
Hittin' licks I'm robbin' liquor stores
Makin' cash registers shit draws
Think you the raw, I'm an uncut slab of beef
Laying on your kitchen

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

I remind you that I don't need 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
just small boats little pricks

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

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

You can the alarm
You can call out your
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 that your boyfriend stopped rapping
Does a chirp?
Lil Wayne 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 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

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

Gimme good
the wood grain, don't want no cum stain
Bitch, you listening turn me down
Slut I'm talking to you, me back up
Are you insane tryna over me in the car

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

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

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

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

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