Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

You can the alarm
You can out your guards
You can fence in your
You can all the cards

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

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

Stupid you will feel, what I do, I do at
Shooting from the hip, yeah boy to kill
Half a breath left on my 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 step on the receipt before I the bill
Listen garden tool me introduce you to my power tool
You know the fucking

How you douche bags feel knowing you're
Summers eve
Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, the shit
it's your 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 Valium and
Settle ya ass down I'm ready for combat, man
Get it calm

Nah, nobody whose as bomb and as nuts
Lines are like cat scans
Cause they fucking dope bananas, honey I that ass
Swear to God man moms can't dance, ma show 'em how it's done
Spazz like a Tas, yeah

You can the alarm
You can call out your
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 like a donkey with
Make like J Fox in the jaws playin' with a etch a sketch
Betcha that you'll never guess knocking at your door
hit the floors

Yeah, ladies, you gon get divorced
Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you with
paws like you pissed him off
Talented with the tongue

You ain't lick in yours
Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' stores
Makin' registers shit their draws
Think you the raw, I'm an uncut slab of beef
Laying on your kitchen

Other words I'm off the rack, bring the beat back
Bring me two chords
I'mma 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 I'm dope
I'm the longest needle here
a fix up I'm the big shot, get it dicks nuts
Your small boats little pricks

Girl you think other pricks hot
drink gasoline 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 trash with a six pack in his hatchback
hitched 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 your boyfriend stopped rapping
Does a bird
Does Lil Wayne slurps syrup he burps and smokes purp?
Does a word search circles wrapped around it like
You do when I come through, I'd like you to 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 this way since I've stood a tall
Your'e a good with a shitty spouse
Pretty and a good jaw

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

the fuck up while my shits playin'
I'ma shit on the underwear of life
What's the saying? Where thunder there's lightening
And they say it never strikes twice in the same place
Then how the fuck I been hit six times
In different locations 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 have me thinking rash

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

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

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