Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different and munchausen
I'mma make you wanna punch out f***in' one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch counter and out of anger
I once encountered a
In a dumb gown, hood
a scythe
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** gave me an extra life, take this
Now get your a** back in game
B**** don't take s*** for
And don't s***, give it!
Only bull you should is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Thor
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 back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, like gargantuan and
Ask yourself how f***ing bad you it
Pull out your pants, whoop your a** and it on em'
gonna back you in the corner
Throw a
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's that's more important
you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile 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

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

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

What through an addict's brain?
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic of thought
Like paint
brain
Yeah maybe why that
Why back but you don't rap the same
And you're looking way
Because your hunger got you like
They took away
Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka chooka what
Now fling that b**** from fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap singers
Who can't of s***
Anything of wit, that's interesting to
Whose king of this English Lit?
Let middle fingers flip
On each hand, whilst this s***
How low can you go?
Lower Chuck D ho
the bass of this in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies crazy as in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who just happened to be a
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 with an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing recipe for
So let's eat 'cause I'm
Every deed is a one
its past it
Even you asking for me to be
to people
Is me having my teeth pulled

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

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

So inside of dimension
The side of a mind
That's like the of an engine
While I multiply your attention
But be reminded if I didn't mention
I my mind and my temper
You'll be the one
Who him offensive
Got him the fences
Lost time to addiction
But up rhyme in the dictio-nary
I'm in the
is the synonym for it
I'm an
F*** it let's get to the meat,
I'm gonna the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** are madea
Spit treachreous
S*** that you would say to worst enemy
This is
What you get when you mix with a Jada
And combine em' Method Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his left
And in his there's a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, in front of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til Russell him off dead jam
Maybe I my head examined
Hannibal Lecter a dead lamb
Hanging from his dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god 'cause If I go off the
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 heart and leave claw
All over the Wal-Mart
Little baby with balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on this earth better then being
of the playground
I hate the but I love being the underdog
when I'm pushed
I end up up

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

'Cause 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 flip on ya