Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

One thousand different houses and
I'mma make you punch out some f***in' 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
I laughed in his face spit
B**** me an extra life, like take this
Now get a** back in that game
B**** don't s*** for granted
And don't take s***, it!
bull you should take is by the horns
A of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than
Finish then record
Replenish keep more
riding on it but your privates are you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you
Backs to
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 your pants, whoop your a** and it on em'
Nobodies gonna back you in the
a hornet
No one's more then you f***in' four 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 said your body was off the
And I told you I smile every single 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 baby in the corner
I'm trying to warn ya
that baby get's mad
And to throwing a tantrum
f***ing flip on ya

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

What goes an addict's brain?
static pain and big daddy kane
Break, beats and
An erratic train of
splatter paint
Scatter
maybe why that explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the
And looking way thinner
Because your got you looking like
They took away
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 what chooka what
Now fling that b**** your fingertips
I hope it on another rap singers lips
Who can't of s***
Anything of wit, that's interesting to
Whose of this f***ing English Lit?
Let your middle fingers
On each hand, whilst extending s***
How low can you go?
Lower then D ho
Hear the of this in my voice
back, where's my Adrian?
Nobodies as shady in an eighty 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 happen to be on the
When it happened I had an
In the bathroom, I'd never be the after
Now I'm back with an
For destruction the recipe for disaster
So let's eat I'm famished
deed is a dastardly one
Evil its it
Even you asking for me to be
to people
Is like me having my pulled

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

'Cause nobody baby in the corner
I'm only to warn ya
'Cause baby 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 of an engine
While I multiply your undivided
But be that if I didn't mention
I lose my and my temper
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
it let's get to the meat, balls
I'm skip the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, are
S*** are madea
Spit data
that you would say to your worst enemy
This is
you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine em' with Method Man and
meth-amphetamines in his left hand
And in his there's a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in front of a
Beating in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam
Maybe I need my examined
Lecter with a dead lamb
Hanging from his 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
Heart at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, blob
That'll stab you with a sharp
To the heart and leave claw
All over the Wal-Mart
Little baby with balls
F*** mud slinging, I'm flinging
There's nothing on this earth better then being
King of the
I hate the swings but I being the underdog
'Cause when I'm
I end up up

put's baby 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

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