Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand houses and munchausen
I'mma you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me
Scream life as I punch counter and out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a gown, black hood
With a
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** gave me an life, like take this
Now get your a** back in game
B**** take s*** for granted
And take s***, give it!
Only bull you should take is by the
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
writing then record
Replenish keep writing
Nothing's on it but your privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
No one was there to catch you
You pick back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, like gargantuan and
Ask yourself how bad you want it
Pull out your pants, whoop your a** and it on em'
Nobodies gonna you in the corner
a hornet
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory,
Like there's nothing more important
you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single time I saw face
I ain't finished
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

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

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

What goes an addict's brain?
Besides static pain and big 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
Because hunger got you looking like
took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard sugar coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe b**** 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 can't of s***
of wit, that's interesting to spit
Whose king of f***ing English Lit?
Let your middle fingers
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 Tom Brady is to the patriots 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 same
Now I'm back with an
For the f***ing recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm
Every is a dastardly one
its past it
Even you asking for me to be
Like to
Is like me having my pulled

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

'Cause 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

So step inside of
The demented side of a
That's the inside of an engine
While I multiply your undivided
But be reminded that if I didn't
I lose my mind and my
be the first one
Who finds him
Got him climbing the
Lost time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the
I'm in the
Eminem is the for it
I'm an
F*** it let's get to the meat,
I'm gonna skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
S*** are madea
treachreous data
S*** that you say to your worst enemy
This is
What you get when you mix Treach a Jada
And em' with Method Man and Redman
Whit in his left hand
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, standing in front of a
himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I my head examined
Hannibal Lecter a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling dripping 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 stab you with a sharp
To the heart and claw marks
All the Wal-Mart walls
Little with large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better being
of the playground
I hate the swings but I being the underdog
'Cause when I'm
I end up up

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

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