Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One different houses and munchausen
make you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch counter and bunches out of
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, black
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 s*** for
And don't s***, give it!
Only you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
Finish then 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 yourself back up, you your jacket off
You grab your balls, they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how f***ing bad you it
Pull out your pants, your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies gonna back you in the
a hornet
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like nothing that's more important
MC's you better 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 smile every single I saw your face
I ain't b****
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody to play
They say I'm a spoiled baby
But

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

What goes through an brain?
Besides static pain and big kane
Break, and words
An train of thought
splatter paint
Scatter
Yeah maybe why that
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And you're looking way
your hunger got you looking like
They away dinner
Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though
Just to that b**** on a hooker's coat
you say you're a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that b**** from your
I hope it lands on another rap singers
Who can't think of
Anything of wit, that's to spit
Whose of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your fingers flip
On each hand, whilst extending this
How low can you go?
Lower Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of in my voice
back, where's 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 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 same
Now I'm with an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing for disaster
So eat 'cause I'm famished
Every deed is a one
its past it
Even you for me to be pulled
Like to
Is like me my teeth pulled

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

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

So inside of dimension
The side of a mind
That's the inside of an engine
I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded if I didn't mention
I lose my and my temper
You'll be the one
Who finds him
Got him climbing the
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 gonna the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** legends are
Spit treachreous
S*** that you would say to your worst
This is
What you get you mix Treach with a Jada
And em' with Method Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his left
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my examined
Lecter with 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
More like a smart slob, blob
That'll you with a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and claw marks
All over the walls
baby with large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better being
of the playground
I the swings but I love being the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

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

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