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 counter and out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, black
a scythe
S*** I laughed in his face
B**** gave me an extra life, take this
Now get your a** in that game
B**** don't s*** for granted
And don't s***, give it!
Only you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Thor
I Everlast, pen is than sword
Finish writing record
keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
to wall
No one was there to you fall
You pick yourself up, you dust your jacket off
You grab balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how bad you want it
Pull out your pants, whoop 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 you're at the laboratory,
there's nothing that's more important
MC's you consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what you do if I said your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every time I saw your face
I finished b****
I in half, oil the blades
wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled baby
But

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

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

goes through an addict's brain?
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic train of
Like paint
brain
Yeah maybe why that
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And looking way thinner
Because hunger got you looking like
took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing though
to wipe that b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a what chooka what
Now fling b**** from your fingertips
I hope it lands on rap singers lips
Who think of s***
of wit, that's interesting to spit
Whose king of f***ing English Lit?
Let middle fingers flip
On each hand, extending this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the of this in my voice
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million radius
I'm what Tom is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who happened to be a rapper
Who just to be on the crapper
it happened I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same
Now I'm back an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing for disaster
So let's eat I'm famished
Every deed is a one
Evil its it
you asking for me to be pulled
Like to
Is like me my teeth pulled

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

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

So step of dimension
The demented side of a
That's like the of an engine
While I multiply your attention
But be reminded if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my
You'll be the one
Who finds him
Got him the fences
Lost time to addiction
But up rhyme 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 gonna skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
S*** are madea
Spit data
S*** that you would say to your worst
wretchedness is
What you get when you mix Treach with a
And combine em' with Man and Redman
meth-amphetamines in his left hand
And in his right a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, in front of a webcam
himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a lamb
Hanging from his dripping 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 smart slob, part
That'll stab you a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and claw marks
All over the Wal-Mart
Little baby with balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm flinging
There's nothing on this earth better then being
of the playground
I the swings but I love being the underdog
when I'm pushed
I end up up

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