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 punch counter and bunches out of
I once encountered a
In a gown, black 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 s*** for granted
And don't s***, give it!
Only bull you should take is by the
A mixture of Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
Finish writing then
Replenish keep more
riding 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 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 pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies back you in the corner
a hornet
No one's more then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's that's more important
MC's you better consider this a formal warning, in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your
I finished b****
I meant in half, oil the
wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled baby
But

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

What goes through an addict's
static pain and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic train of
Like paint
Scatter
Yeah maybe why that
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And looking way thinner
Because hunger got you looking like
They took dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a booger though
to wipe that 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 rap singers lips
Who can't of s***
Anything of wit, that's to spit
Whose king of this English Lit?
Let your middle flip
On each hand, whilst extending s***
How low can you go?
Lower Chuck D ho
the bass of this in my voice
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile
I'm what Tom is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who happened to be a rapper
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 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
you asking for me to be pulled
Like to
Is like me having my pulled

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

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

So inside of dimension
The demented side of a
That's the inside of an engine
While I multiply your attention
But be that if I didn't mention
I lose my and my temper
You'll be the one
Who finds him
Got him the fences
Lost some to addiction
But look up in the dictio-nary
I'm in the
Eminem is the for it
I'm an
F*** it get to the meat, balls
I'm gonna the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** are madea
Spit treachreous
S*** that you say to your worst enemy
wretchedness is
What you get when you mix with a Jada
And combine em' with Man and Redman
meth-amphetamines in his left hand
And in his right a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating himself in the head, til Russell him off dead jam
I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a lamb
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
Heart at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, blob
That'll stab you a sharp ob-ject
To the and leave claw marks
All over the Wal-Mart
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

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 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 throwing a
He'll f***ing on ya