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
it, if it wasn't 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, listen to rap, it's the evil music of today
but, I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out 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 black of bread
Can't believe that that was said, cause I'm here with a of fed
and I got it from or whatever and I did not have to beg
So, here I stand, the mic in hand my rap attire
and I like my fans grands cause we got the fire
I merchandise like 5 G's every an hour
and you cry like a so your mic must be your pacifier

When I read the magazine, them rapper's 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 wanna hear it
eliminating player with their evil spirits

I em talkin, they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy
They big in the magazine, and dont even know the boys
I the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack people
Run up to the car, pull out the mac
Man that's a with the black people now
What ya need to know is that, in the there's a lot of dough to stack
And the ones that wanna us back ain't been outside they cul-de-sac
Every nigga I know is strapped, rip shows blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it down to where the shoulders at
Hating on the south? Why? Trippin off them chips got
You don't that 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 cryin
Everybody wanna be killa but not for
the method of making money you gotta get the milla
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 for mills
Got on the mic with the to kill
Stronger than ever, and you a for real
I drink caribou lou, and you enfamil CHUMP

When I the magazine, them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)
When I see them on the TV, them rapper's like
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 baby shoe, jealous or you
sick of me I'm making dinero
and you wanna get clapped at
you want a standing I thought not!
you say you better than rappers on radio, man that's chop
try to run up on me, cause a benzo will be in your car slot
try to step up on the scene, my beam's right at your soft spot
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 chrome 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 on thinking my clock stops the shots
and I can quickly you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh, baby

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