Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different houses and
I'mma make you wanna punch out f***in' one "ouch"
the f***'d you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch counter and out of anger
I once encountered a
In a dumb gown, black
With a
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** gave me an extra life, like take
Now get your a** back in game
B**** don't take s*** for
And take s***, give it!
Only bull you should take is by the
A of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
writing then record
Replenish keep writing
Nothing's riding on it but privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
No one was there to you fall
You pick yourself up, you dust 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
a hornet
No one's more ig-norant then you four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
there's nothing that's more important
MC's you better 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 face
I ain't b****
I meant in half, oil the
Nobody to play
say I'm a spoiled little baby
But

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

What goes an addict's brain?
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic train of
Like paint
brain
Yeah maybe why that
Why you're back but you rap the same
And looking way thinner
your hunger got you looking like
They took away
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that b**** on a coat
When you say a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that b**** from fingertips
I hope it on another rap singers 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 hand, whilst extending this s***
How low can you go?
Lower Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of this in my
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
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 just to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the
When it I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same
Now I'm back with an
For the f***ing recipe for disaster
So let's eat I'm famished
Every is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you for me to be pulled
to people
Is like me having my pulled

put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to ya
that baby get's mad
And get's to a tantrum
He'll f***ing on ya

'Cause put's baby in the corner
I'm only trying to ya
'Cause baby get's mad
And get's to throwing a
He'll f***ing on ya

So step of dimension
The demented of a mind
That's the inside of an engine
While I your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't
I lose my mind and my
be the first one
Who finds him
Got him climbing the
some time 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 gonna skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
legends are madea
Spit data
S*** that you would say to your worst
This is
you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
And em' with Method Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his hand
And in his right a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off jam
Maybe I need my examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead
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
throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a slob, part blob
That'll stab you a sharp ob-ject
To the and leave claw 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
King of the
I hate the but I love being the underdog
'Cause when I'm
I end up up

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

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