Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different and munchausen
I'mma make you wanna out some f***in' one "ouch"
the f***'d you hit me for?
Scream life as I counter and bunches out of anger
I once a stranger
In a gown, black hood
a scythe
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** gave me an life, like take this
Now get a** back in that game
B**** take s*** for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only bull you should take is by the
A of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is than sword
Finish writing record
keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your privates are fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
No one was there to catch you
You pick yourself back up, you dust jacket off
You grab your balls, they're gargantuan and
Ask how f***ing bad you want it
out your pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies back you in the corner
a hornet
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing more important
MC's you better consider a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what you do if I said your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single I saw your face
I ain't b****
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody to play
They say I'm a little baby
But

Nobody baby in the corner
I'm only trying to ya
'Cause that get's mad
And to throwing a tantrum
He'll flip on ya

'Cause put's baby in the corner
I'm trying to warn ya
that baby get's mad
And to throwing a tantrum
f***ing flip on ya

What goes through an addict's
Besides static pain and big daddy
Break, and words
An erratic of thought
Like splatter
Scatter
Yeah maybe why that
Why you're but you don't rap the same
And looking way thinner
Because your hunger got you looking
They took away
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a booger though
Just to wipe that on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka what what
Now fling that b**** your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap singers
Who think of s***
of wit, that's interesting to spit
Whose king of this English Lit?
Let your middle flip
On hand, whilst extending this s***
How low can you go?
then Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of in my voice
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile
I'm what Tom Brady is to the of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who happened to be a rapper
Who just to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same
Now I'm back an apper-tite
For destruction the recipe for disaster
So eat 'cause I'm famished
Every deed is a one
its past it
Even you for me to be pulled
Like to
Is me having my teeth pulled

Nobody put's in the corner
I'm only to warn ya
that baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a
He'll f***ing on ya

'Cause nobody put's baby in the
I'm trying to warn ya
'Cause that get's mad
And get's to throwing a
He'll flip on ya

So step of dimension
The demented of a mind
That's like the of an engine
I multiply your undivided attention
But be that if I didn't mention
I my mind and my temper
be the first one
Who finds him
Got him the fences
Lost time to addiction
But up rhyme in the dictio-nary
I'm in the
Eminem is the for it
I'm an
it let's get to the meat, balls
I'm gonna the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** are madea
Spit data
S*** that you would say to your enemy
This is
you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' with Method Man and
Whit in his left hand
And in his right a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, in front of a webcam
Beating in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a lamb
Hanging from his dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
to god 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I ain't talking me off a man
throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, part
stab you with a sharp ob-ject
To the and leave claw marks
All over the walls
baby with large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better being
King of the
I hate the but I love being the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

Nobody put's baby in the
I'm only to warn ya
'Cause baby get's mad
And get's to a tantrum
f***ing flip on ya

'Cause nobody put's in the corner
I'm only trying to ya
'Cause that baby mad
And to throwing a tantrum
He'll flip on ya