Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One different houses and munchausen
make you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me
life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once encountered a
In a dumb gown, hood
a scythe
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** me an extra life, like take this
Now get your a** back in game
B**** don't take for granted
And take s***, give it!
Only you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Thor
I Everlast, pen is than sword
writing then record
Replenish writing more
Nothing's riding on it but privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
No one was to catch you fall
You pick back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how f***ing bad you it
Pull out your pants, 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 important
MC's you better consider this a formal warning, 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 finished b****
I in half, oil the blades
wants to play
They say I'm a little baby
But

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

What through an addict's brain?
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic of thought
Like splatter
Scatter
Yeah maybe why explains
Why you're but you don't rap the same
And you're looking way
Because your got you looking like
They away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that b**** on a coat
you say you're a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that b**** from fingertips
I hope it lands on rap singers lips
Who think of s***
Anything of wit, that's to spit
Whose king of this English Lit?
Let your middle fingers
On each hand, whilst this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the of this in my voice
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
crazy as shady 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 happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an
In the bathroom, I'd never be the after
Now I'm with an apper-tite
For the f***ing recipe for disaster
So eat 'cause I'm famished
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you for me to be pulled
to people
Is like me having my teeth

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

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

So inside of dimension
The demented side of a
That's like the inside of an
I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my
be the first one
Who him offensive
Got him the fences
Lost some time to
But look up in the dictio-nary
I'm in the
is the synonym for it
I'm an
F*** it get to the meat, balls
I'm gonna the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** legends are
treachreous data
S*** that you say to your worst enemy
wretchedness is
What you get when you mix Treach a Jada
And combine em' with Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his left
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off jam
I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead
from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god If I go off the edge
T.I ain't me off a ledge man
throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a slob, part blob
That'll stab you with a ob-ject
To the heart and leave claw
All over the walls
Little baby with balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better then
King of the
I the swings but I love being the underdog
'Cause when I'm
I end up up

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

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