Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

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

Cadillac Sevilles, De Villes
dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels
Girl, I'm too for real, lose tooth and nails
Try to it, try to deny it

Stupid you will feel, I do, I do at will
Shooting from the hip, yeah boy to kill
Half a left 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 before I foot the bill
Listen garden tool don't me introduce you to my tool
You know the fucking

How you douche bags feel you're disposable?
Summers eve
got the mass appeal, baby, crank 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 and said
Settle ya ass down I'm ready for combat, man
Get it Batman?

Nah, ain't nobody whose as 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 Tas, yeah

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

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

Yeah, ladies, you gon get divorced
Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you with
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 their draws
you spit the raw, I'm an uncut slab of beef
Laying on your floor

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

Need I you that I don't need the fucking swine flu
To be a sick pig, you're addicted I'm
I'm the longest around here
a fix up I'm the big shot, get it dicks nuts
Your small boats little pricks

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

Better call the cops on 'em quick
Shady's right back on bitch ass
White with half a six pack in his hatchback
Trailer attached to the back
(Dispatch)

You can sound the
You can call out guards
You can fence in yard
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 boyfriend stopped
Does a chirp?
Does Lil Wayne slurps syrup 'til he and smokes purp?
a word search gets circles wrapped around it like
You do I come through, I'd like you to remind yourself
Of what the I can do when I'm on the mic
Or your the kind of girl that I can take a to

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

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

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

And you can bet your ass
That I've to smash everything in my path
Fork was in the took the pyschopath
Poison ivy wouldn't have me 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 call out your
You can in your yard
You can all the cards

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