Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different and munchausen
make you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me
Scream life as I counter and bunches out of anger
I once encountered a
In a dumb gown, black
With a
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** me an extra life, like take this
Now get a** back in that game
don't take s*** for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only bull you take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier sword
Finish then record
Replenish writing 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 you fall
You pick yourself up, you dust your jacket off
You grab balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask how f***ing bad you want it
Pull out your pants, whoop a** and flash it on em'
gonna back you in the corner
Throw a
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory,
Like there's that's more important
MC's you better this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I your body was off the chain?
And I told you I every single time I saw your face
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 trying to warn ya
'Cause that get's mad
And get's to a tantrum
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 f***ing on ya

What goes an addict's brain?
Besides static pain and big kane
Break, and words
An train of thought
Like splatter
Scatter
maybe why that explains
Why back but you don't rap the same
And looking way thinner
Because your got you looking like
They took dinner
Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat 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 from your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap singers
Who think of s***
Anything of wit, interesting to spit
king of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your fingers flip
On each hand, whilst extending this
How low can you go?
Lower Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of in my voice
back, where's 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 just happen to be on the
it happened I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd be the same after
Now I'm back with an
For destruction the recipe for disaster
So let's eat I'm famished
Every is a dastardly one
its past it
Even you for me to be pulled
to people
Is like me having my pulled

put's baby in the corner
I'm trying 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 baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a
He'll f***ing on ya

So step of dimension
The side of a mind
That's like the of an engine
While I multiply your attention
But be reminded that if I didn't
I lose my and my temper
be the first one
Who finds him
Got him climbing the
Lost time 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 skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
legends are madea
Spit data
that you would say to your worst enemy
This is
you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
And em' with Method Man and Redman
Whit 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 let's him off jam
Maybe I my head examined
Hannibal Lecter a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling dripping 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 slob, part blob
That'll stab you a sharp ob-ject
To the and leave claw marks
All the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby with large
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's on this f***ing earth better then being
of the playground
I hate the swings but I love the underdog
'Cause when I'm
I end up up

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

'Cause put's 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