Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

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

I read 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?)

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

I hear em talkin, they mad at and Souljah Boy
hating big in the magazine, and dont even know the boys
I the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack people
Run up to the car, out the mac lethal
Man that's a with the black people now
What ya need to is that, in the world there's a lot of dough to stack
And the ones that wanna hold us back been outside they cul-de-sac
Every nigga I is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it right down to the shoulders at
on the south? Why? Trippin off them chips they got
You don't that it's screwed and chopped
but you wanna get off in pot
Wanna be MC you talk a lot, up in the and you hot
Cause they 84's be out
the hell is you cryin bout?
Everybody be killa but not for reala
the method of making money you gotta get the milla
by it like 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, I went for mills
Got on the mic with the to kill
Stronger than ever, and you a gimp for
I drink caribou lou, and you drink enfamil

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

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

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