Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was born in 71' in City, MO
my momma was a one, so the fam was pretty slow
when it to rap and R&B and plenty more
it, if it wasn't on gospel, apostle
or in the Bible, then it go
So when tell 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 fell in love with the sound was coming out form the East Coast
So we got it and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a
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 black sack of
Can't believe 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, I stand, the mic in hand with my rap attire
and I like my fans spending grands cause we got the
I merchandise like 5 G's half an hour
and you cry a baby so your mic must be your pacifier

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

If it's negative, I wanna hear it
eliminating player with their evil spirits

I hear em talkin, they mad at and Souljah Boy
They big in the magazine, and dont even know the boys
I know the ploy, washed up 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 hold us back ain't been outside they cul-de-sac
Every I know is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it right down to the shoulders at
Hating on the south? Why? Trippin off chips they got
You don't like it's screwed and chopped
but you wanna get off in pot
be MC you talk a lot, up in the spot and you hot
Cause 84's be poking out
What the hell is you bout?
Everybody wanna be killa but not for
bout the method of making you gotta get the milla
by doin it like I do it do the and believe in it
when you do it to the fullest aint no achieving it
When I was broke, homie I for mills
Got on the mic the intent to kill
Stronger ever, and you a gimp 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 on the TV, them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha bout?)

You should be clapping folk make 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
instead of a Timberland, you in a stilletto
yet in a baby shoe, jealous or maybe you
sick of me I'm making dinero
and you dont wanna get at
you want a standing ovation? I not!
you say you better than rappers on radio, man that's 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 beam's right at your soft
if you was on TV and balling you wouldn't groan and
he'd keep hatred, envy, and on his lip
Tech got long cream with 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 alot
so keep on thinking my stops the shots
and I can bury you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh, baby

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