Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand houses and munchausen
I'mma make you punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
the f***'d you hit me for?
Scream life as I counter and bunches out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, hood
a scythe
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** me an extra life, like take this
Now get a** back in that game
B**** take s*** for granted
And take s***, give it!
bull you should take is by the horns
A of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
Finish then record
keep writing more
Nothing's on it but your privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
to wall
No one was there to you fall
You pick yourself 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 your a** and it on em'
Nobodies gonna back you in the
a hornet
No one's more ig-norant you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's that's more important
MC's you better this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, would you do if I said your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single time I saw face
I finished b****
I meant in half, oil the
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

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

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

What goes through an addict's
Besides static pain and big kane
Break, beats and
An erratic of thought
Like paint
Scatter
maybe why that explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And you're looking way
Because your hunger got you like
They took dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing though
to wipe that b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka chooka what
Now fling that b**** your fingertips
I hope it on another rap singers lips
Who can't think of
of wit, that's interesting to spit
Whose king of f***ing English Lit?
Let middle fingers flip
On hand, whilst extending this s***
How low can you go?
then Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of this in my
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty 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 happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an
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
Every deed is a one
Evil its it
you asking for me to be pulled
Like to
Is like me having my pulled

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

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

So step inside of
The demented side of a
That's like the inside of an
I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I mention
I lose my and my temper
You'll be the one
Who finds him
Got him the fences
Lost some time to
But up rhyme 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 skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
S*** are madea
Spit treachreous
S*** that you say to your worst enemy
This is
What you get you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' Method 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 smart slob, part
That'll stab you with a sharp
To the heart and leave marks
All over the Wal-Mart
Little with large balls
mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on f***ing earth better then being
King of the
I hate the swings but I love being the
when I'm pushed
I end up up

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

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