Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand houses and munchausen
I'mma make you punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
What the f***'d you hit me
Scream as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once a stranger
In a gown, black hood
With a
I laughed in his face spit
B**** gave me an life, like take this
Now get your a** back in that
B**** take s*** for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty
I Everlast, pen is than sword
Finish writing record
keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your privates are 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 your balls, like gargantuan and
Ask yourself how bad you want it
Pull out pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies gonna back you in the
a hornet
No one's more ig-norant then you f***in' in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing more important
MC's you better 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 ain't finished
I meant in half, oil the
Nobody wants to
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

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

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

What goes through an addict's
Besides static pain and big daddy
Break, beats and
An train of thought
splatter paint
Scatter
Yeah maybe why explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And you're looking way
Because your got you looking like
They took dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing booger
to wipe that b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka chooka what
Now fling that b**** from your
I hope it lands on another rap singers
Who think of s***
Anything of wit, that's to spit
Whose king of this English Lit?
Let your fingers flip
On each hand, extending this s***
How low can you go?
Lower Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of this in my
back, where's my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom 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 be the same after
Now I'm back with an
For destruction the f***ing recipe for
So let's eat I'm famished
Every is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you asking for me to be
Like to
Is like me having my pulled

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

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

So step of dimension
The demented side of a
That's like the of an engine
While I multiply your undivided
But be reminded that if I mention
I my mind and my temper
You'll be the one
Who finds him
Got him the fences
Lost some to addiction
But look up in the dictio-nary
I'm in the
is the synonym for it
I'm an
it let's get to the meat, balls
I'm gonna the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** are madea
Spit data
S*** that you would say to worst enemy
This is
What you get you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' Method Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his hand
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, in front of a webcam
Beating in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my head
Hannibal Lecter with a lamb
from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god If I go off the edge
T.I ain't talking me off a 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 the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby large balls
mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this f***ing earth better then
of the playground
I hate the swings but I being the underdog
'Cause when I'm
I end up up

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