Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different and munchausen
I'mma make you punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch and bunches out of anger
I once a stranger
In a dumb gown, black
a scythe
S*** I in his face spit
B**** me an extra life, like take this
Now get your a** back in that
B**** don't take for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only bull you take is by the horns
A mixture of Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier sword
Finish writing then
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 dust your off
You grab balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask how f***ing bad you want it
Pull out pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
gonna back 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
you better 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 single time I saw your face
I finished b****
I meant in half, oil the
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a little baby
But

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

nobody put's baby 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 an addict's brain?
static pain and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic train of
Like splatter
Scatter
maybe why that explains
Why back but you don't rap the same
And you're looking way
Because your hunger got you looking
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 a chooka what chooka what
Now fling that from your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap singers
Who think of s***
Anything of wit, that's to spit
king of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your middle flip
On each hand, whilst extending this
How low can you go?
then Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of this in my
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
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 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
you asking for me to be pulled
Like to
Is like me having my pulled

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

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

So inside of dimension
The demented of a mind
That's like the of an engine
While I multiply your undivided
But be reminded if I didn't mention
I my mind and my temper
You'll be the one
Who him offensive
Got him climbing the
Lost 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
legends are madea
Spit data
S*** that you say to your worst enemy
This is
What you get when you mix Treach a Jada
And em' with Method Man and Redman
meth-amphetamines in his left hand
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, in front of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til let's him off dead jam
Maybe I my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a lamb
from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god 'cause If I go off the
T.I ain't me off a ledge man
throb at a fart, ah nah
More a smart slob, part blob
That'll stab you a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and leave marks
All the Wal-Mart walls
baby with large balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth then being
King of the
I hate the swings but I being the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

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

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