Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different houses and
I'mma make you wanna punch out f***in' one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me
Scream as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once a stranger
In a dumb gown, hood
a scythe
S*** I laughed in his face
B**** gave me an extra life, take this
Now get your a** back in that
don't take s*** for granted
And take s***, give it!
Only bull you take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
writing then record
Replenish keep writing
Nothing's riding on it but privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
No one was there to you fall
You pick yourself back up, you your jacket off
You your balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how bad you want it
out your pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies gonna 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 that's more
you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the
And I told you I every single time I saw your face
I ain't b****
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a spoiled baby
But

put's 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
'Cause that baby mad
And get's to throwing a
f***ing flip on ya

What goes through an brain?
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic train of
splatter paint
Scatter
maybe why that explains
Why you're back but you 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
you say you're a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that b**** your fingertips
I hope it lands on rap singers lips
Who think of s***
Anything of wit, interesting to spit
king of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your middle flip
On each hand, whilst extending s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the bass of this in my
back, where's my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile
I'm what Tom is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who just to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the
it happened I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd be the same after
Now I'm back with an
For the f***ing recipe for disaster
So eat 'cause I'm famished
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you asking for me to be
Like to
Is like me having my pulled

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

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

So inside of dimension
The side of a mind
That's like the of an engine
I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I mention
I lose my mind and my
You'll be the one
Who finds him
Got him the fences
Lost time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the
I'm in the
is the synonym for it
I'm an
it let's get to the meat, balls
I'm gonna skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
S*** legends are
treachreous data
S*** you would say to your worst enemy
This is
What you get you mix Treach with a Jada
And em' with Method Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his left
And in his right a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating himself in the head, til let's him off dead jam
Maybe I 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 me off a ledge man
throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, blob
That'll you with a sharp ob-ject
To the and leave claw marks
All over the walls
Little with large balls
mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better being
of the playground
I hate the swings but I being the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

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

'Cause put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to ya
'Cause that baby mad
And get's to throwing a
He'll flip on ya