Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand houses and munchausen
I'mma make you wanna punch out f***in' one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
Scream as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, hood
With a
S*** I in his face spit
B**** gave me an extra life, take this
Now get your a** in that game
B**** don't s*** for granted
And take s***, give it!
Only bull you take is by the horns
A mixture of Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is than sword
Finish writing record
Replenish keep writing
Nothing's on it but your privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
to wall
No one was there to you fall
You yourself back up, you dust your 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 back you in the
Throw a
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning at the laboratory, storming
Like there's that's more important
MC's you better this 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 time I saw your face
I finished b****
I meant in half, oil the
Nobody to play
say I'm a spoiled little baby
But

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

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

What goes through an brain?
static pain and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic of thought
Like paint
brain
Yeah maybe why explains
Why back but you don't rap the same
And looking way thinner
Because your hunger got you like
They took dinner
Sugar Ray wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that b**** on a coat
you say you're a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that from your fingertips
I hope it lands on rap singers lips
Who think of s***
Anything of wit, that's interesting to
Whose king of this f***ing English
Let your 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, where's my
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 to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the
When it I had an epiphany
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 deed is a one
its past it
Even you for me to be pulled
Like to
Is like me my teeth pulled

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

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

So step of dimension
The side of a mind
like the inside of an engine
While I multiply undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't
I my mind and my temper
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
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 would say to worst enemy
This is
you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' Method Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his left
And in his right 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 lamb
Hanging his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
to god 'cause If I go off the edge
T.I ain't talking me off a man
Heart at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, blob
That'll stab you a sharp ob-ject
To the and leave claw marks
All over the Wal-Mart
Little baby large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better being
of the playground
I hate the swings but I love the underdog
'Cause when I'm
I end up up

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