Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different houses and
I'mma make you punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me
life as I punch counter 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, like take
Now get your a** in that game
B**** take s*** for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only you should take is by the horns
A of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
Finish then record
keep writing more
Nothing's on it but your privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
to wall
No one was to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you your jacket off
You grab your balls, like they're and
Ask how f***ing bad you want it
Pull out pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies back you in the corner
Throw a
No one's more ig-norant 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 this a 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 b****
I meant in half, oil the
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

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

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

goes through an addict's brain?
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic of thought
Like splatter
brain
Yeah why that explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And you're way thinner
Because your hunger got you like
They took dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka 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 English
Let your middle flip
On each hand, extending this s***
How low can you go?
Lower Chuck D ho
Hear the of this in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million radius
I'm Tom Brady 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
it happened I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd be the same after
Now I'm with an apper-tite
For the f***ing recipe for disaster
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 like me my teeth pulled

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

'Cause nobody baby in the corner
I'm only to warn ya
'Cause that baby 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 inside of an
I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I mention
I lose my mind and my
be the first one
Who him offensive
Got him the fences
Lost some time to
But look up rhyme in the
I'm in the
Eminem is the for it
I'm an
it let's get to the meat, balls
I'm gonna skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
S*** legends are
treachreous data
S*** that you would say to worst enemy
wretchedness is
What you get when you mix Treach with a
And combine em' Method Man and Redman
meth-amphetamines in his left hand
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating himself in the head, til let's him off dead jam
I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead
Hanging from his ceiling with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god If I go off the edge
T.I talking me off a ledge man
throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a slob, part blob
stab you with a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and leave claw
All the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby with large
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on f***ing earth better then being
of the playground
I hate the but I love being the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

Nobody baby in the corner
I'm only trying to ya
that baby get's mad
And to throwing a tantrum
He'll f***ing on ya

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