Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different and munchausen
make you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
life as I punch counter 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 take
Now get your a** back in game
B**** don't take s*** for
And don't s***, give it!
bull you should take is by the horns
A of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier sword
writing then record
Replenish keep more
Nothing's on it but your privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
to wall
No one was there to you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust jacket off
You your 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 ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory,
Like there's nothing that's important
MC's you consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the
And I you I smile every single time I saw your face
I ain't b****
I meant in half, oil the
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

Nobody baby 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

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

What goes through an brain?
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An train of thought
splatter paint
Scatter
Yeah why that explains
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 sugar a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that b**** on a coat
When you say you're a chooka chooka what
Now fling b**** from your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap lips
Who can't of s***
of wit, that's interesting to spit
Whose king of this f***ing 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 is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who just to be a rapper
Who just to be on the crapper
When it I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same
Now I'm back with an
For destruction the recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
you asking for me to be pulled
Like to
Is like me having my pulled

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

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

So step of dimension
The side of a mind
That's the inside of an engine
While I multiply your undivided
But be that if I didn't mention
I lose my and my temper
You'll be the one
Who him offensive
Got him climbing the
Lost some time to
But look up in the dictio-nary
I'm in the
is the synonym for it
I'm an
F*** it let's get to the meat,
I'm gonna skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
legends are madea
Spit treachreous
S*** that you would say to your worst
This is
What you get when you mix Treach a Jada
And combine em' with Man and Redman
Whit in his left hand
And in his right a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating himself in the head, til let's him off dead jam
I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter a dead lamb
Hanging his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god If I go off the edge
T.I talking me off a ledge man
throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, blob
That'll stab you with a ob-ject
To the heart and claw marks
All the Wal-Mart walls
Little with large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better then
King of the
I hate the but I love being the underdog
'Cause when I'm
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

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