Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One different houses and munchausen
I'mma make you punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
the f***'d you hit me for?
Scream as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, black
With a
I laughed in his face spit
B**** gave me an extra life, like take
Now get your a** in that game
B**** take s*** for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only bull you should is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty
I Everlast, pen is than sword
writing then record
Replenish keep writing
Nothing's riding on it but 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 grab your balls, they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how bad you want 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 there's nothing that's more
MC's you better consider a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the
And I told you I smile every single I saw your face
I finished b****
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody to play
say I'm a spoiled little baby
But

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

What goes through an addict's
static pain and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic train of
Like paint
brain
Yeah maybe why that
Why back but you don't rap the same
And looking way thinner
Because hunger got you looking like
took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar a f***ing booger though
to wipe that b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka what chooka
Now fling that b**** from fingertips
I it lands on another rap singers lips
Who think of s***
of wit, that's interesting to spit
Whose king of f***ing English Lit?
Let middle fingers flip
On each hand, whilst this s***
How low can you go?
then Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of in my voice
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
crazy as shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the 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 after
Now I'm with an apper-tite
For the f***ing recipe for disaster
So eat 'cause I'm famished
Every deed is a one
Evil its it
Even you asking for me to be
to people
Is like me my teeth pulled

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

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

So inside of dimension
The demented side of a
That's the inside of an engine
While I multiply your attention
But be reminded that if I didn't
I lose my and my temper
be the first one
Who finds him
Got him climbing the
some time to addiction
But up rhyme 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 the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
legends are madea
Spit data
S*** that you say to your worst enemy
This is
What you get you mix Treach with a Jada
And em' with Method Man and Redman
Whit in his left hand
And in his there's a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating himself in the head, til Russell him off dead jam
Maybe I need my head
Hannibal Lecter with a lamb
Hanging from his ceiling with a bed pan
I meds!
to god 'cause 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 with a sharp
To the heart and leave claw
All over the Wal-Mart
Little baby large balls
mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this earth better then being
of the playground
I the swings but I love being the underdog
when I'm pushed
I end up up

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