Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

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

Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe De
Brain dead rims, yeah, wheels
Girl, I'm too for real, lose your 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 shoot to
a breath left on my death bed
Screaming F that super Ill

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

How you douche bags feel knowing disposable?
eve Massengill
Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, crank the
'Cause it's your God jam
You say that you want your punchlines a 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 fuckin ass 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, I applaud that ass
to God man these moms can't dance, ma show 'em how it's done
Spazz like a goddamn Tas,

You can the alarm
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

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

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

You ain't lick in yours
Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor
Makin' cash shit their draws
you spit the raw, I'm an uncut slab of beef
Laying on kitchen floor

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitch, am I the that your boyfriend stopped rapping
Does a chirp?
Does Lil slurps syrup 'til he burps and smokes purp?
a word search gets circles wrapped around it like
You do when I come through, I'd like you to yourself
Of what the 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 with a shitty spouse
Pretty and a good jaw

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

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

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

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

You can the alarm
You can out your guards
You can fence in yard
You can pull all the

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