Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different houses and
I'mma make you wanna punch out f***in' one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me
Scream life as I punch and bunches out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, hood
a scythe
S*** I in his face spit
B**** gave me an extra life, take this
Now get a** back in that game
don't take s*** for granted
And take s***, give it!
Only you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier sword
Finish then record
Replenish writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
No one was there to you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust jacket off
You your balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how bad you want it
out your pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies gonna you in the corner
Throw a
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's important
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 time I saw your
I ain't finished
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a little baby
But

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

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

What goes through an brain?
Besides pain and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic of thought
splatter paint
Scatter
Yeah why that explains
Why you're but you don't rap the same
And you're looking way
Because your hunger got you like
They took dinner
Sugar Ray wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka what 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 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?
Nobodies as shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm Tom Brady 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 after
Now I'm back an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing recipe for
So let's eat 'cause I'm
Every is a dastardly one
its past it
Even you for me to be pulled
Like to
Is like me my teeth pulled

put's baby in the corner
I'm only to warn ya
'Cause that get's mad
And get's to a tantrum
He'll f***ing on ya

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

So inside of dimension
The demented of a mind
That's like the of an engine
While I multiply undivided attention
But be reminded if I didn't mention
I lose my and my temper
You'll be the one
Who him offensive
Got him climbing the
Lost time to addiction
But look up 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 skip the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
legends are madea
Spit data
that you would say to your 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 hand
And in his there's a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til Russell him off dead jam
I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead
Hanging his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god 'cause If I go off the
T.I ain't talking me off a man
throb at a fart, ah nah
More a smart slob, part blob
That'll stab you with a ob-ject
To the heart and claw marks
All over the Wal-Mart
Little baby with large
F*** mud slinging, I'm flinging
nothing on this f***ing earth better then being
King of the
I hate the swings but I love being the
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

Nobody put's 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

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