Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different and munchausen
I'mma make you wanna out some f***in' one "ouch"
the f***'d you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch counter and out of anger
I once a stranger
In a dumb gown, hood
a scythe
S*** I laughed in his spit
B**** me an extra life, like take this
Now get your a** back in game
B**** don't take for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only bull you take is by the horns
A of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
Finish writing then
keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
No one was there to catch you
You pick yourself back up, you dust jacket off
You grab balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how bad you want it
Pull out pants, whoop your a** and flash it on em'
Nobodies back you in the corner
a hornet
No more ig-norant then you f***in' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing more important
you better 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 single time I saw your face
I finished b****
I meant in half, oil the
wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled baby
But

Nobody put's 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 trying to warn ya
that baby 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 of thought
splatter paint
Scatter
maybe why that explains
Why back but you don't rap the same
And looking way thinner
Because your got you looking like
They took dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe that on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a what chooka what
Now fling that b**** your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap lips
Who can't of s***
Anything of wit, interesting to spit
Whose king of this English Lit?
Let middle fingers flip
On each hand, whilst extending this
How low can you go?
Lower Chuck D ho
the bass of this in my voice
Rocky's back, my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an million mile radius
I'm Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who just happened to be a
Who just to be on the crapper
When it I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd be the same after
Now I'm back an apper-tite
For destruction the recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you asking for me to be
Like to
Is me having my teeth pulled

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

So inside of dimension
The demented of a mind
That's the inside of an engine
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 finds him
Got him the fences
some time 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 skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
S*** are madea
treachreous data
S*** that you would say to your worst
This 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, standing in of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, til let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my examined
Hannibal with a dead lamb
Hanging his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god 'cause If I go off the
T.I talking me off a ledge man
throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, part
That'll stab you with a sharp
To the and leave claw marks
All over the walls
Little baby with balls
mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this earth better then being
King of the
I hate the but I love being the underdog
'Cause I'm pushed
I end up up

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

'Cause put's 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