Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand houses and munchausen
I'mma 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 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 that
B**** don't take s*** for
And don't take s***, it!
Only bull you take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
writing then record
Replenish keep writing
Nothing's on it but your privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
to wall
No one was there to catch you
You yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, they're gargantuan and
Ask how f***ing bad you want it
Pull out pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies gonna back you in the
Throw a
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory,
Like there's nothing that's important
MC's you better consider 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 I saw your face
I ain't b****
I in half, oil the blades
wants to play
They say I'm a little baby
But

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

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

What through an addict's brain?
static pain and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic train of
Like paint
Scatter
maybe why that explains
Why back but you don't rap the same
And looking way thinner
Because hunger got you looking like
They took dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that b**** on a coat
When you say you're a chooka chooka what
Now fling b**** from your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap singers
Who can't of s***
Anything of wit, interesting to spit
Whose of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your fingers flip
On each hand, whilst extending this
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the bass of in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty mile radius
I'm what Tom 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 back with an
For destruction the recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm
Every deed is a one
its past it
Even you for me to be pulled
Like to
Is like me having my pulled

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

So step of dimension
The side of a mind
That's the inside of an engine
I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded if I didn't mention
I my mind 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
it let's get to the meat, balls
I'm gonna the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** legends are
treachreous data
S*** that you would say to your worst
wretchedness is
What you get when you mix with a Jada
And combine em' with Method Man and
Whit meth-amphetamines in his hand
And in his right a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in of a webcam
Beating in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I my head examined
Hannibal with a dead lamb
Hanging from his dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god If I go off the edge
T.I ain't talking me off a man
Heart at a fart, ah nah
More like a slob, part blob
That'll you with a sharp ob-ject
To the and leave claw marks
All over the Wal-Mart
Little with large balls
mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's on this f***ing earth better then being
of the playground
I hate the swings but I love being the
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

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

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