Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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 won't 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 feel, what I do, I do at will
Shooting from the hip, yeah boy to kill
a breath left on my death bed
Screaming F yeah 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 I foot the bill
garden tool don't me introduce you to my power tool
You know the drill

How you douche bags feel knowing you're
eve Massengill
Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, the shit
it's your God damn jam
You say that you want your punchlines a little more
Well, shawty, I'm man

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

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

You can the alarm
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

Girl, that ass like 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
People hit the

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

You gotta 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 meat rack, bring the back
me two extension chords
I'mma my dick, shit, I need 6 inches more
Fuck, my big, bitch

Need I remind you that I don't need the swine flu
To be a sick pig, addicted I'm dope
I'm the longest around here
Need a fix up I'm the big shot, get it nuts
Your just 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
right back on your bitch ass
White trash with half a six pack in his
Trailer hitched to the back
(Dispatch)

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

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

Bitch, am I the reason your boyfriend stopped rapping
Does a chirp?
Does Lil slurps syrup 'til he burps and smokes purp?
Does a word search gets circles around it like
You do when I come through, I'd you to remind yourself
Of the fuck I can do when I'm on the mic
Or your the kind of girl that I can take a to

Psych I'm spiking you a football
Been way since I've stood a foot tall
Your'e a catch with a shitty spouse
mouth and a good jaw

Gimme good
Watch the wood grain, don't no cum stain
Bitch, you listening tryna' 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 stain on the underwear of
What's the saying? Where there's there's lightening
And they say that it never strikes twice in the same
Then how the have I been hit six times
In three different locations on four ocassions?

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

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

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

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