Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different houses and
I'mma make you wanna punch out f***in' one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
Scream life as I counter and bunches out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, hood
With a
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** gave me an extra life, take this
Now get your a** back in that
B**** don't take s*** for
And don't s***, give it!
bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier 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 to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you your jacket off
You grab your balls, like gargantuan 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
there's nothing that's more important
MC's you consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single time I saw face
I finished b****
I meant in half, oil the
Nobody to play
They say I'm a spoiled baby
But

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

nobody 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

What through an addict's brain?
Besides pain and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic of thought
Like splatter
Scatter
Yeah why that explains
Why you're back but you rap the same
And looking way thinner
Because your got you looking like
They away dinner
Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that b**** on a hooker's
When you say you're a what chooka what
Now that b**** from your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap lips
Who think of s***
Anything of wit, that's interesting to
Whose king of this f***ing Lit?
Let your fingers flip
On each hand, whilst this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the bass of this in my
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies crazy as 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 happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an
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 is a dastardly one
its past it
Even you asking for me to be
to people
Is me having my teeth pulled

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

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

So step inside of
The demented side of a
That's like the inside of an
I multiply your 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 the fences
some time to addiction
But up rhyme in the dictio-nary
I'm in the
is the synonym for it
I'm an
F*** it get to the meat, balls
I'm gonna the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** legends are
Spit data
S*** you would say to your worst enemy
wretchedness is
What you get when you mix with a Jada
And em' with 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
Maybe I need my head
Hannibal Lecter with a lamb
Hanging from his ceiling 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 like a slob, part blob
That'll you with a sharp ob-ject
To the and leave claw marks
All over the walls
Little baby large balls
mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing better then being
King of the
I hate the swings but I being the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

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

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