Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One different houses and munchausen
I'mma make you wanna punch out some one "ouch"
the f***'d you hit me for?
Scream as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once encountered a
In a dumb gown, black
With a
S*** I laughed in his face
B**** gave me an extra life, take this
Now get your a** back in game
B**** take s*** 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 record
Replenish writing more
riding on it but your privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
to wall
No one was to catch you fall
You yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how bad you want it
Pull out your pants, 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' in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like nothing that's more 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 every single I saw your face
I finished b****
I in half, oil the blades
Nobody to play
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

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

What goes an addict's brain?
static pain and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic train of
Like paint
brain
Yeah maybe why that
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And you're way thinner
Because your hunger got you like
took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't coat a f***ing booger though
Just to wipe b**** on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka what what
Now that b**** from your fingertips
I hope it on another rap singers lips
Who can't think of
Anything of wit, that's interesting to
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
back, where's my Adrian?
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile
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 I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd be the same after
Now I'm with an apper-tite
For destruction the f***ing recipe for
So let's eat 'cause I'm
Every is a dastardly one
its past it
Even you asking for me to be
to people
Is like me having my teeth

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

So step inside of
The side of a mind
like the inside of an engine
While I multiply your attention
But be that if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my
be the first one
Who finds him
Got him the fences
some time to addiction
But look up 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 skip the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** legends are
Spit treachreous
S*** that you would say to your enemy
wretchedness is
What you get when you mix Treach with a
And combine em' with Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his hand
And in his right there's a
And pajamas, standing in of a webcam
himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my head
Hannibal Lecter a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling with a bed pan
I meds!
Swear to god If I go off the edge
T.I talking me off a ledge man
Heart at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, blob
stab you with a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and claw marks
All the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby with large
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
nothing on this f***ing earth better then being
King of the
I hate the but I love being the underdog
'Cause when I'm
I end up up

Nobody 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

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