Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different houses and
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 out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, black
With a
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** gave me an extra life, take this
Now get a** back in that game
B**** don't s*** for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only bull you take is by the horns
A of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier sword
Finish writing record
Replenish keep more
Nothing's riding on it but your privates are you're for
So you fight, scratch, you
to wall
No one was there to catch you
You pick yourself back up, you your jacket off
You grab your balls, like gargantuan and
Ask yourself how f***ing bad you it
Pull out your pants, your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies back you in the corner
Throw a
No more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
there's nothing that's more important
MC's you better consider 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 every single time I saw your face
I ain't b****
I meant in half, oil the
wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

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

What goes through an addict's
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic train of
splatter paint
Scatter
Yeah maybe why explains
Why you're but you don't rap the same
And looking way thinner
Because your hunger got you looking
They took away
Sugar Ray Leonard sugar coat a f***ing booger though
to wipe that b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say a chooka what chooka what
Now that b**** from your fingertips
I hope it lands on rap singers lips
Who can't of s***
Anything of wit, that's to spit
Whose of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your fingers flip
On hand, whilst extending this 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 million mile radius
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 after
Now I'm back an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing recipe for
So eat 'cause I'm famished
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you for me to be pulled
Like to
Is like me having my teeth

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

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

So step inside of
The side of a mind
That's like the of an engine
While I your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't
I lose my and my temper
be the first one
Who finds him
Got him the fences
some time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the
I'm in the
is the synonym for it
I'm an
F*** it get to the meat, balls
I'm skip the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** legends are
Spit treachreous
S*** that you would say to worst enemy
This is
What you get you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' Method Man and Redman
Whit in his left hand
And in his there's a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off jam
Maybe I my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a lamb
Hanging from his ceiling with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god 'cause If I go off the
T.I talking me off a ledge man
Heart at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, part
That'll you with a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and leave marks
All over the walls
Little baby large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on this f***ing earth then being
King of the
I the swings but I love being the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

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

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