Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One different houses and munchausen
I'mma make you punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
the f***'d you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch and bunches out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, hood
a scythe
S*** I in his face spit
B**** gave me an extra life, like this
Now get your a** back in that
don't take s*** for granted
And take s***, give it!
Only you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier sword
Finish writing record
keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your privates are you're for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
No one was there to catch you
You pick back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, like gargantuan and
Ask yourself how f***ing bad you it
out your pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies back you in the corner
Throw a
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's important
MC's you consider 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 every single time I saw your face
I ain't finished
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody to play
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

Nobody baby 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

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

What goes through an addict's
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic of thought
Like splatter
brain
Yeah why that explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And looking way thinner
Because your got you looking like
took away dinner
Sugar Ray wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though
to wipe that b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka chooka what
Now fling that b**** from fingertips
I hope it on another rap singers lips
Who can't of s***
Anything of wit, that's interesting to
Whose king of this English Lit?
Let middle fingers flip
On each hand, whilst extending s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the of this in my voice
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who just happened to be a
Who just happen to be on the
When it I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the after
Now I'm back an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing recipe for
So eat 'cause I'm famished
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you for me to be pulled
to people
Is me having my teeth pulled

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

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

So step of dimension
The demented of a mind
That's like the inside of an
While I multiply undivided attention
But be reminded if I didn't mention
I my mind and my temper
be the first one
Who him offensive
Got him climbing the
Lost time to addiction
But up rhyme 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 skip the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** legends are
treachreous data
S*** that you would say to your enemy
This is
What you get when you mix Treach a Jada
And combine em' with Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his hand
And in his right a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, in front of a webcam
Beating in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I my head examined
Hannibal Lecter a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling dripping a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god If I go off the edge
T.I ain't me off a ledge man
Heart at a fart, ah nah
like a smart slob, part blob
That'll stab you with a sharp
To the heart and leave marks
All over the Wal-Mart
baby with large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on f***ing earth better then being
of the playground
I the swings but I love being the underdog
when I'm pushed
I end up up

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

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