Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

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

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

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

Baby, the deal, we can chill
Split half a 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 me introduce you to my power tool
You the fucking drill

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 that you want your punchlines a little compact
Well, shawty, I'm man

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

Nah, ain't nobody as bomb 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 'em how it's done
Spazz a goddamn Tas, yeah

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

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

Girl, shake that ass a donkey with Parkinsons
Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws playin' with a etch a
Betcha that you'll never guess who's 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 the tongue muthfucker

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

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

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

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

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

You can the alarm
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

Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend 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 foot
Your'e a good catch a shitty spouse
Pretty mouth and a jaw

Gimme brain
the wood 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 while my shits
I'ma shit on the underwear of life
the saying? Where there's thunder there's lightening
And they say that it never strikes twice in the same
how the fuck have I been hit six times
In different locations on four separate ocassions?

And you can bet your ass
That come to smash everything in my path
Fork was in the road 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 to call me Doodi

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

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