Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different and munchausen
I'mma make you wanna punch out f***in' one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me
Scream life as I counter and bunches out of anger
I once a stranger
In a dumb gown, hood
a scythe
S*** I in his face spit
gave me an extra life, like take this
Now get your a** in that game
don't take s*** for granted
And take s***, give it!
Only bull you should take is by the
A mixture of Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier sword
Finish then record
Replenish writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
No one was to catch you fall
You pick yourself up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, like they're and
Ask yourself how bad you want it
Pull out your pants, whoop your a** and it on em'
Nobodies gonna back you in the
Throw a
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 would you do if I your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile single time I saw your face
I ain't b****
I meant in half, oil the
Nobody to play
They say I'm a little baby
But

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

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

What goes through an addict's
Besides static pain and big daddy
Break, and words
An erratic of thought
Like paint
Scatter
Yeah why that explains
Why you're back but you rap the same
And looking way thinner
Because your hunger got you looking
took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger
Just to wipe that b**** on a hooker's
you say you're a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that b**** your fingertips
I hope it lands on rap singers lips
Who can't think of
Anything of wit, that's to spit
king of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your middle flip
On each hand, whilst this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the bass of this in my
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million radius
I'm Tom Brady 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 I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same
Now I'm with an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing recipe for
So let's eat 'cause I'm
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you for me to be pulled
to people
Is like me having my pulled

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

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

So step of dimension
The side of a mind
That's like the of an engine
I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't
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
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
S*** legends are
Spit data
S*** you would say to your worst enemy
This is
What you get you mix Treach with a Jada
And em' with Method Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his hand
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, in front of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my examined
Hannibal with a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling dripping a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god 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 a sharp ob-ject
To the and leave claw marks
All over the walls
Little baby with balls
mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better being
King of the
I hate the 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
'Cause baby get's mad
And get's to a tantrum
He'll flip on ya

'Cause nobody put's 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