Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different and munchausen
I'mma make you wanna out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
life 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 take
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 Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is than sword
Finish writing then
Replenish writing more
Nothing's on it but your 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 grab your balls, they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how f***ing bad you it
Pull out pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies gonna back you in the
a hornet
No more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's more
MC's you better consider a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what you do if I said your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your
I ain't b****
I meant in half, oil the
wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled baby
But

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

What goes an addict's brain?
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic train of
splatter paint
Scatter
Yeah maybe why explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And you're way thinner
Because your hunger got you looking
They away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a booger though
to wipe that b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a what chooka what
Now fling that b**** from fingertips
I hope it lands on rap singers lips
Who think of s***
Anything of wit, that's interesting to
Whose of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your middle fingers
On each hand, extending this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the of this in my voice
back, where's my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an million mile 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 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 recipe for
So let's eat I'm famished
Every is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you asking for me to be
to people
Is like me having my pulled

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

So step inside of
The demented side of a
That's like the of an engine
While I multiply your attention
But be reminded that if I didn't
I lose my mind and my
You'll be the one
Who him offensive
Got him the fences
some time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the
I'm in the
Eminem is the for it
I'm an
F*** it let's get to the meat,
I'm gonna the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** are madea
Spit data
S*** that you would say to worst enemy
This is
What you get you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' with Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his left
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating himself in the head, til Russell him off dead jam
Maybe I need my examined
Lecter with a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling with 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, part
That'll stab you a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and claw marks
All over the walls
Little baby with balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on this f***ing earth then being
King of the
I hate the but I love being the underdog
when I'm pushed
I end up up

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

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