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 life as I punch counter and out of anger
I once encountered a
In a dumb gown, black
With a
I laughed in his face spit
B**** gave me an life, like take this
Now get your a** in that game
B**** don't s*** for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is than sword
Finish writing 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 to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your off
You grab your balls, like gargantuan and
Ask how f***ing bad you want it
Pull out your pants, whoop a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies back you in the corner
Throw a
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's 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 finished
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody to play
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

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

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

What through an addict's brain?
Besides static pain and big daddy
Break, and words
An erratic of thought
Like paint
Scatter
maybe why that explains
Why back but you don't rap the same
And you're looking way
Because your hunger got you like
They took away
Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe 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 to spit
Whose king of this f***ing Lit?
Let your fingers flip
On each hand, whilst this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the bass of in my voice
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty mile radius
I'm what Tom 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 happened I had an
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same
Now I'm back with an
For destruction the f***ing recipe for
So let's eat I'm famished
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you for me to be pulled
to people
Is me having my teeth pulled

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

So step of dimension
The demented side of a
That's like the of an engine
While I multiply undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't
I lose my and my temper
You'll be the one
Who him offensive
Got him the fences
Lost some to addiction
But up rhyme in the dictio-nary
I'm in the
Eminem is the for it
I'm an
F*** it let's get to the meat,
I'm skip the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
legends are madea
Spit data
S*** that you would say to worst enemy
wretchedness is
What you get you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' with Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his hand
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, standing in of a webcam
himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead
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 a smart slob, part blob
That'll 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 flinging
There's nothing on this earth better then being
of the playground
I hate the swings but I being the underdog
when I'm pushed
I end up up

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

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