Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand houses and munchausen
make you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch and bunches out of anger
I once encountered a
In a dumb gown, hood
a scythe
S*** I in his face spit
B**** gave me an extra life, like take
Now get your a** back in game
B**** don't s*** for granted
And don't s***, give it!
Only bull you take is by the horns
A mixture of Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is than sword
writing then record
Replenish writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your privates are you're for
So you fight, scratch, you
to wall
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'
gonna back you in the corner
Throw a
No one's ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing more important
MC's you consider 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 time I saw face
I ain't finished
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

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

What goes through an brain?
Besides pain and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An train of thought
Like paint
Scatter
Yeah maybe why explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And looking way thinner
Because your got you looking like
They took dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger
Just to wipe that b**** on a coat
When you say a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that b**** from your
I hope it on another rap singers lips
Who think of s***
of wit, that's interesting to spit
Whose king of this f***ing English
Let your middle fingers
On each hand, extending this s***
How low can you go?
then Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of this in my
Rocky's back, 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 happen to be on the crapper
it happened I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same
Now I'm with an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing for disaster
So let's eat I'm famished
Every is a dastardly one
its past it
Even you for me to be pulled
to people
Is me having my teeth pulled

put's baby in the corner
I'm only to warn ya
'Cause baby get's mad
And to throwing a tantrum
He'll flip on ya

'Cause put's baby in the corner
I'm only to warn ya
that 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 your undivided 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 climbing the
Lost some to addiction
But look up in the dictio-nary
I'm in the
Eminem is the for it
I'm an
F*** it get to the meat, balls
I'm skip the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
legends are madea
Spit treachreous
that you would say to your worst enemy
This is
you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' Method Man and Redman
Whit in his left 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 head
Hannibal with a dead lamb
Hanging his ceiling dripping 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, blob
stab you with a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and leave claw
All over the Wal-Mart
Little with large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better being
of the playground
I hate the but I love being the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

put's baby in the corner
I'm trying to warn ya
that baby get's mad
And get's to a tantrum
He'll flip on ya

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