Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One different houses and munchausen
make you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
Scream as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once a stranger
In a dumb gown, black
With a
S*** I laughed in his face
B**** me an extra life, like take this
Now get a** back in that game
B**** take s*** for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only bull you should is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
Finish writing then
Replenish keep more
Nothing's riding on it but your are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
to wall
No one was to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your off
You grab your balls, like gargantuan and
Ask yourself how bad you want it
Pull out your pants, whoop your a** and 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
there's nothing that's more important
MC's you better consider this a formal warning, in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said body was off the chain?
And I told you I every single time I saw your face
I finished b****
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a spoiled baby
But

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

nobody put's baby in the corner
I'm trying to warn ya
'Cause that 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, beats and
An train of thought
Like paint
Scatter
Yeah maybe why that
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And looking way thinner
Because your hunger got you looking
They took dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger
Just to wipe that on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka chooka what
Now that b**** from your fingertips
I hope it lands on rap singers lips
Who can't think of
of wit, that's interesting to spit
Whose king of this f***ing Lit?
Let your middle fingers
On each hand, whilst extending this
How low can you go?
then Chuck D ho
Hear the of this in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies crazy as in an eighty million mile radius
I'm Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who happened to be a rapper
Who just to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an
In the bathroom, I'd be the same after
Now I'm back with an
For the f***ing recipe for disaster
So eat 'cause I'm famished
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
you asking for me to be pulled
Like to
Is like me having my pulled

put's baby in the corner
I'm only to warn ya
'Cause that baby mad
And get's to throwing a
f***ing flip on ya

'Cause put's 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 demented side of a
That's like the inside of an
While I multiply undivided attention
But be that if I didn't mention
I lose my and my temper
be the first one
Who him offensive
Got him the fences
Lost some to addiction
But look up 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*** are madea
Spit data
S*** you would say to your worst enemy
wretchedness is
What you get when you mix Treach with a
And combine em' with Method Man and
Whit meth-amphetamines in his hand
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, standing in of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til Russell him off dead jam
Maybe I need my head
Lecter with a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling with 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 smart slob, part
That'll stab you with a sharp
To the heart and claw marks
All the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby with balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
nothing on this f***ing earth better then being
King of the
I the swings but I love being the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

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

'Cause nobody 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