Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand houses and munchausen
make you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me
Scream as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once encountered a
In a dumb gown, hood
a scythe
S*** I laughed in his face
B**** gave me an extra life, like this
Now get your a** back in that
B**** don't take for granted
And take s***, give it!
Only bull you should is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is than sword
writing then record
Replenish writing more
riding 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 balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask how f***ing bad you want it
out your pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies back you in the corner
Throw a
No one's more then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's more
MC's you consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your
I ain't b****
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a little baby
But

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

What goes through an brain?
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic of thought
splatter paint
Scatter
Yeah maybe why that
Why you're but you don't rap the same
And you're way thinner
Because your got you looking like
They away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing though
Just to that b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka what what
Now fling that from your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap singers
Who can't think of
Anything of wit, that's interesting to
Whose king of this f***ing English
Let your middle flip
On each hand, extending this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
the bass of this in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million radius
I'm what Tom is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who just happened to be a
Who just to be on the crapper
When it I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the after
Now I'm back with an
For destruction the recipe for disaster
So eat 'cause I'm famished
Every is a dastardly one
its past it
Even you asking for me to be
to people
Is me having my teeth pulled

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

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

So step of dimension
The demented side of a
like the inside of an engine
While I multiply undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't
I lose my and my temper
be the first 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
it let's get to the meat, balls
I'm skip the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** legends are
Spit data
S*** that you say to your worst enemy
wretchedness is
What you get you mix Treach with 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
himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a lamb
Hanging his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god 'cause If I go off the
T.I ain't talking me off a man
Heart at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, part
That'll you with a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and leave claw
All over the walls
Little baby with balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on this f***ing earth then being
of the playground
I hate the swings but I love the underdog
'Cause when I'm
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 baby in the
I'm only trying to ya
'Cause that baby mad
And get's to a tantrum
He'll flip on ya