Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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 won't 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 the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
Half a left on my death bed
F that yeah super Ill

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

How you bags feel knowing you're disposable?
Summers eve
Shady's got the 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 cats metaphorically where I'm at man
I gave Bruce Wayne a and said
Settle ya fuckin ass I'm ready for combat, man
Get it calm

Nah, ain't whose as bomb and as nuts
Lines are like cat scans
Cause they dope bananas, honey I applaud that ass
Swear to God man moms can't dance, ma show 'em how it's done
like a goddamn Tas, yeah

You can the alarm
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

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 who's knocking at your door
hit the floors

Yeah, tonight ladies, you gon get
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' like I'm robbin' liquor stores
Makin' cash registers shit draws
Think you the raw, I'm an uncut slab of beef
Laying on your floor

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

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

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

Better call the on 'em quick fast
Shady's right back on bitch ass
trash 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 in your yard
You can all the cards

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

Bitch, am I the reason that your stopped rapping
Does a chirp?
Does Lil Wayne slurps syrup he burps and smokes purp?
Does a word search gets wrapped around it like
You do when I through, I'd like you to remind 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 you like a football
Been this way since stood a foot tall
Your'e a good catch with a shitty
Pretty mouth and a jaw

Gimme good
Watch the grain, don't want no cum stain
Bitch, you listening tryna' turn me
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
I'ma shit 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 fuck have I hit six times
In three locations on four separate ocassions?

And you can bet stanking ass
That I've come to everything in my path
was in the road took the pyschopath
Poison ivy have me thinking rash

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

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

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