Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different and munchausen
I'mma 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 encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, hood
With a
S*** I in his face spit
B**** gave me an extra life, like this
Now get your a** back in game
B**** don't s*** for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only bull you take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Thor
I Everlast, pen is than sword
Finish writing record
keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
No one was there to catch you
You pick yourself back up, you your 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 you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's 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 you I smile 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 little
But

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

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

What through an addict's brain?
static pain and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic train of
Like paint
Scatter
Yeah maybe why that
Why you're but you don't rap the same
And you're way thinner
Because your hunger got you looking
They took away
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a booger though
Just to wipe that b**** on a coat
When you say a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that from your fingertips
I hope it lands on rap singers lips
Who can't think of
Anything of wit, interesting to spit
Whose king of this f***ing Lit?
Let your middle flip
On each hand, whilst extending this
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the bass of in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile
I'm what Tom is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who happened to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the
When it happened I had an
In the bathroom, I'd never be the after
Now I'm back an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing for disaster
So eat 'cause I'm famished
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you asking for me to be
Like to
Is like me having my pulled

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

So inside of dimension
The demented side of a
That's like the of an engine
While I multiply your undivided
But be reminded if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my
You'll be the one
Who him offensive
Got him climbing the
some time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the
I'm in the
is the synonym for it
I'm an
F*** it get to the meat, balls
I'm gonna skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
legends are madea
Spit data
that you would say to your worst enemy
This is
What you get when you mix Treach a Jada
And em' with Method Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his left
And in his there's a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my head
Hannibal with a dead lamb
from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god 'cause If I go off the
T.I ain't me off a ledge man
throb at a fart, ah nah
More a smart slob, part blob
stab you with a sharp ob-ject
To the and leave claw marks
All the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on this f***ing better then being
King of the
I the swings but I love being the underdog
when I'm pushed
I end up up

put's baby in the corner
I'm only to warn ya
'Cause baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a
He'll flip on ya

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