Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

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

put's baby in the corner
I'm only to warn ya
'Cause that baby mad
And to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing on ya

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

What through an addict's brain?
static pain and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic train of
splatter paint
Scatter
maybe why that explains
Why you're back but you rap the same
And you're way thinner
your hunger got you looking like
They away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing though
Just to wipe that on a hooker's coat
you say you're a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that from your fingertips
I it lands on another rap singers lips
Who think of s***
Anything of wit, interesting to spit
Whose king of f***ing English Lit?
Let your middle fingers
On each hand, extending this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the bass of in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies crazy as in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who just happened to be a
Who just happen to be on the
When it happened I had an
In the bathroom, I'd be the same after
Now I'm back an apper-tite
For destruction the recipe for disaster
So let's eat I'm famished
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
you asking for me to be pulled
Like to
Is me having my teeth pulled

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

So step of dimension
The side of a mind
That's like the of an engine
While I multiply undivided attention
But be reminded that if I mention
I my mind and my temper
You'll be the one
Who finds him
Got him climbing the
Lost some 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 the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
legends are madea
Spit data
S*** that you would say to your worst
This is
What you get when you mix Treach with a
And combine em' with Man and Redman
meth-amphetamines in his left hand
And in his right a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead
Hanging his ceiling 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
That'll stab you a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and leave claw
All over the walls
Little baby with large
mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better being
of the playground
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 trying to warn ya
'Cause baby get's mad
And get's to a tantrum
He'll f***ing on ya

'Cause put's baby 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