Luyện nghe bài hát Won't Back Down

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

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

Sevilles, Coupe De Villes
Brain dead rims, yeah, stupid
Girl, I'm too for real, your tooth 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 shoot to
Half a left on my death bed
Screaming F that yeah Ill

Baby, what the deal, we can
Split a pill 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 don't me you to my power tool
You the fucking drill

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

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

Nah, ain't nobody whose as bomb and as
are like mum's cat scans
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 a goddamn 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 a donkey with Parkinsons
Make Michael J Fox in the jaws playin' with a etch a sketch
that you'll never guess who's knocking at your door
People hit the

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

You ain't gotta in yours
Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' stores
cash registers shit their draws
Think you spit the raw, I'm an uncut of beef
Laying on kitchen floor

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

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 longest needle around
a fix up I'm the big shot, get it dicks nuts
Your just small boats little

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

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

You can the alarm
You can call out your
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 boyfriend stopped
Does a chirp?
Does Lil slurps syrup 'til he burps and smokes purp?
Does a word gets circles wrapped around it like
You do when I come through, I'd you to remind yourself
Of what the I can do when I'm on the mic
Or your the kind of girl I can take a liking to

Psych I'm you like a football
Been this way I've stood a foot tall
a good catch with a shitty spouse
Pretty and a good jaw

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

the fuck up while my shits playin'
I'ma shit stain on the underwear of
What's the Where there's thunder there's lightening
And they say that it never twice in the same place
Then how the have I been 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
Fork was in the road took the
Poison ivy wouldn't me thinking rash

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

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