Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand houses and munchausen
I'mma make you punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch and bunches out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a gown, black hood
a scythe
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** gave me an extra life, like take
Now get your a** back in game
don't take s*** for granted
And take s***, give it!
Only bull you should take is by the
A mixture of Whitey and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
writing then record
Replenish keep more
Nothing's riding on it but your privates are fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
No one was there to you fall
You pick yourself back up, you your jacket off
You grab your balls, like gargantuan and
Ask how f***ing 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 four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's important
you better consider this a formal warning, you're 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 in half, oil the blades
Nobody to play
They say I'm a spoiled baby
But

Nobody put's baby in the
I'm only to warn ya
'Cause that baby mad
And get's to throwing a
f***ing flip on ya

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

What goes an addict's brain?
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic of thought
Like splatter
Scatter
Yeah maybe why explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And you're looking way
your hunger got you looking like
They took dinner
Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though
Just to that b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka what chooka
Now fling that b**** from your
I hope it lands on rap singers lips
Who can't of s***
Anything of wit, interesting to spit
Whose king of this f***ing Lit?
Let your middle flip
On hand, whilst extending this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the bass of in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies as shady in an eighty 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
it happened 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 for disaster
So let's eat 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 teeth

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

'Cause nobody 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 demented side of a
like the inside of an engine
While I multiply undivided attention
But be that if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my
be the first one
Who him offensive
Got him the fences
Lost some time to
But look up in the dictio-nary
I'm in the
is the synonym 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
that you would 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 a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off jam
Maybe I need my examined
Hannibal Lecter a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling with a bed pan
I meds!
to god 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I talking me off a ledge man
throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a slob, part blob
stab you with a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and leave claw
All over the walls
Little with large balls
mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on f***ing earth better then being
King of the
I the swings but I love being the underdog
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
f***ing flip on ya

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