Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different and munchausen
I'mma make you wanna punch out some one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me
life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, black
With a
I laughed in his face spit
B**** gave me an extra life, like take
Now get your a** in that game
don't take s*** for granted
And don't s***, give it!
Only bull you should is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
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 there to catch you
You pick yourself back up, you dust your off
You grab balls, like 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
a hornet
No one's ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's that's more important
MC's you better this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, would you do if I said your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your
I ain't b****
I meant in half, oil the
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a little baby
But

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

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

What goes through an brain?
Besides pain and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic of thought
Like paint
brain
Yeah maybe why that
Why you're back but you rap the same
And you're way thinner
Because hunger got you looking like
They took away
Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka what what
Now fling that b**** from your
I hope it lands on another rap singers
Who can't of s***
Anything of wit, that's interesting to
Whose king of this English Lit?
Let your fingers flip
On each hand, whilst extending this
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the of this in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who happened to be a rapper
Who happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an
In the bathroom, I'd be the same after
Now I'm with an apper-tite
For the f***ing recipe for disaster
So eat 'cause I'm famished
Every deed is a one
Evil its it
Even you asking for me to be
to people
Is like me having my pulled

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

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

So step inside of
The side of a mind
like the inside of an engine
While I your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I mention
I lose my mind and my
You'll be the one
Who finds him
Got him climbing the
some time to addiction
But look up 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 skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
S*** are madea
treachreous data
S*** that you would say to your enemy
wretchedness is
What you get when you mix Treach with a
And em' with Method Man and Redman
meth-amphetamines in his left hand
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off jam
I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead
from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
to god 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I ain't me off a ledge man
throb 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 Wal-Mart
Little baby with balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better then
of the playground
I hate the but I love being the underdog
when I'm pushed
I end up up

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

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