Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different houses and
I'mma you wanna punch out some f***in' one "ouch"
the f***'d you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch and bunches out of anger
I encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, black
a scythe
S*** I in his face spit
B**** gave me an extra life, take this
Now get a** back in that game
B**** take s*** for granted
And don't take s***, it!
Only bull you take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty
I Everlast, pen is mightier sword
Finish writing record
Replenish keep 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 jacket off
You your 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 gonna you in the corner
Throw a
No one's more ig-norant then you four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's that's more important
you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your 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
wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled little
But

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

'Cause put's baby in the corner
I'm only to warn ya
'Cause baby get's mad
And get's to a tantrum
f***ing flip on ya

What goes through an addict's
Besides static and big daddy kane
Break, and words
An erratic of thought
Like paint
brain
Yeah maybe why that
Why back but you don't rap the same
And you're looking way
Because your hunger got you like
They away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a f***ing though
Just to wipe that b**** on a coat
When you say you're a what chooka what
Now fling b**** from your fingertips
I hope it on another rap singers lips
Who think of s***
Anything of wit, interesting to spit
Whose king of this English Lit?
Let your middle flip
On each hand, whilst this s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
the bass of this in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my
Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty mile radius
I'm Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a
Who happened to be a rapper
Who just 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 recipe for disaster
So eat 'cause I'm famished
Every is a dastardly one
its past it
Even you asking for me to be
to people
Is like me my teeth pulled

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

'Cause nobody baby in the corner
I'm trying to warn ya
'Cause that get's mad
And get's to a tantrum
He'll f***ing on ya

So step inside of
The demented side of a
That's like the inside of an
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 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 skip the veg and
Edgamacater, are
legends are madea
Spit treachreous
S*** that you would say to worst enemy
wretchedness is
What you get when you mix Treach a Jada
And combine em' 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 in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my examined
Lecter 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 ain't talking me off a man
Heart at a fart, ah nah
More a smart slob, part blob
That'll stab you with a sharp
To the heart and leave marks
All the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby with large
F*** mud slinging, I'm blood
There's nothing on this earth better then being
of the playground
I hate the swings but I being the underdog
when I'm pushed
I end up up

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

'Cause put's baby in the corner
I'm trying to warn ya
'Cause that get's mad
And get's to throwing a
f***ing flip on ya