Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different houses and
I'mma make you wanna punch out some one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch and bunches out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, hood
With a
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** gave me an extra life, like take
Now get your a** back in that
don't take s*** for granted
And don't s***, give it!
Only bull you should is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is than sword
writing then record
Replenish keep more
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 yourself back up, you dust jacket off
You grab your balls, like they're and
Ask yourself how bad you want it
Pull out pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
gonna back you in the corner
Throw a
No one's more then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's important
MC's you consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the
And I told you I smile every single time I saw face
I finished b****
I in half, oil the blades
wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

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

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

What goes an addict's brain?
static pain and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An train of thought
Like paint
Scatter
maybe why that explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And looking way thinner
Because your hunger got you like
took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that b**** on a hooker's
When you say you're a chooka chooka what
Now fling that b**** from fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap singers
Who can't think of
of wit, that's interesting to spit
Whose of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your middle flip
On each hand, whilst this s***
How low can you go?
then Chuck D ho
Hear the of this in my voice
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who just to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the
When it happened I had an
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same
Now I'm back an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing recipe for
So let's eat 'cause I'm
Every is a dastardly one
its past it
Even you for me to be pulled
to people
Is me having my teeth pulled

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

'Cause nobody baby in the corner
I'm only trying to ya
'Cause that baby 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 of an engine
While I your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I mention
I lose my mind and my
be the first one
Who him offensive
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 let's get to the meat,
I'm gonna the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
legends are madea
Spit data
S*** that you would say to your worst
wretchedness is
What you get you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' Method Man and Redman
meth-amphetamines in his left hand
And in his there's a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, in front of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off jam
Maybe I need my examined
Hannibal with a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling dripping a bed pan
I meds!
to god 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I talking me off a ledge man
Heart at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, blob
That'll stab you with a sharp
To the and leave claw marks
All the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby with large
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on this f***ing earth then being
of the playground
I the swings but I love being the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

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

nobody 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