Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was born in 71' in City, MO
my was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow
when it came to rap and R&B and plenty
check it, if it on gospel, apostle
or written in the Bible, it go
So when they tell the baby do something then I end up doing it anyway
like, don't listen to rap, the evil music of today
but, I really fell in love with the sound that was out form the East Coast
So we got it and twisted it up a bit, now the having a heatstroke
say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red
and jump on the tour bus, do 58 shows, then I'm back with a big sack of bread
Can't believe that was said, cause I'm here with a stack of fed
and I got it rap/hip-hop or whatever and I did not have to beg
So, here I stand, the mic in with my rap attire
and I like my fans spending grands we got the fire
I like 5 G's every half an hour
and you cry like a so your mic must be your pacifier

When I read the magazine, them sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)
When I see them on the TV, them sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha bout?)

If it's negative, I don't hear it
eliminating player haters with their spirits

I em talkin, they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy
hating big in the magazine, and dont even know the boys
I know the ploy, washed up rappers attack people
Run up to the car, pull out the mac
Man that's a problem with the people now
What ya need to know is that, in the world there's a lot of dough to
And the ones that wanna hold us back ain't been outside cul-de-sac
Every nigga I know is strapped, rip shows blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it right to where the shoulders at
Hating on the south? Why? Trippin off them chips got
You don't like that it's screwed and
but you wanna get off in pot
Wanna be MC you talk a lot, up in the and you hot
they 84's be poking out
What the hell is you bout?
wanna be killa but not for reala
bout the method of making money you gotta get the
by doin it I do it do the work and believe in it
when you do it to the fullest aint no achieving it
When I was broke, homie I went for
Got on the mic with the to kill
Stronger than ever, and you a for real
I drink caribou lou, and you drink enfamil

When I the magazine, them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)
When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha bout?)

You should be clapping when folk make it up the ghetto
or trailer park, it don't even if he black or if he guerro
but, you don't know how to be
instead of a Timberland, you probably in a
better yet in a shoe, jealous or maybe you
sick of me cause I'm making
and you dont wanna get at
you a standing ovation? I thought not!
you say you better rappers on radio, man that's false chop
try to run up on me, cause a benzo will never be in your car
try to up on the scene, my infra-red beam's right at your soft spot
if you was on TV and you wouldn't groan and trip
he'd keep hatred, envy, and on his lip
Tech got long cream chrome things on his whip
?? with a thing on his hip
but just know your hip not stop the hop
cause when you look at the big picture, my block pops daily
so keep on thinking my clock stops the
and I can quickly bury you in your Osh B'Gosh, baby

When I read the magazine, them rapper's like
WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)
When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha bout?)