Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One different houses and munchausen
I'mma make you wanna out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once a stranger
In a dumb gown, hood
With a
I laughed in his face spit
B**** gave me an life, like take this
Now get your a** back in that
B**** don't take s*** for
And don't s***, give it!
Only bull you should take is by the
A mixture of Whitey and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier sword
Finish writing then
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 back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, like they're and
Ask how f***ing bad you want it
Pull out pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies back you in the corner
a hornet
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning at the laboratory, storming
Like there's that's more important
MC's you better consider 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 I saw your face
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 trying to ya
'Cause that get's mad
And get's to throwing a
He'll f***ing on ya

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

What through an addict's brain?
static 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 don't rap the
And you're looking way
Because your hunger got you like
They took away
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe 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 another rap singers
Who can't think of
Anything of wit, that's interesting to
king of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your middle flip
On each hand, whilst extending this
How low can you go?
Lower Chuck D ho
Hear the of this in my voice
back, where's my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty mile radius
I'm Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who just to be a rapper
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 the f***ing recipe for disaster
So eat 'cause I'm famished
Every deed is a one
Evil its it
Even you for me to be pulled
Like to
Is me having my teeth pulled

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

So inside of dimension
The side of a mind
That's like the of an engine
I multiply 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 the fences
Lost some to addiction
But up rhyme in the dictio-nary
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 when you mix with a Jada
And combine em' with Method Man and
Whit meth-amphetamines in his left
And in his there's a sledge-hammer
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
Hanging from his ceiling dripping a bed pan
I meds!
to god 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I ain't talking me off a man
Heart at a fart, ah nah
More a smart slob, part blob
That'll stab you with a ob-ject
To the heart and leave claw
All the Wal-Mart walls
Little with large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm flinging
nothing on this f***ing earth better then being
King of the
I hate the swings but I love the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

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

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