Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was in 71' in Kansas City, MO
my momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty
when it to rap and R&B and plenty more
check it, if it wasn't on gospel,
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 the sound that was coming out form the East Coast
So we got it and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a
Some say 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 that that was said, cause I'm here with a stack 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 spending 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 sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha bout?)

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

I em talkin, they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy
They hating big in the magazine, and dont know the boys
I know the ploy, washed up rappers attack people
Run up to the car, out the mac lethal
Man that's a problem with the black 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 they
Every nigga I is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it right down to where the at
Hating on the Why? Trippin off them chips they 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
Cause 84's be poking out
What the hell is you bout?
Everybody wanna be killa but not for
bout the method of making money you get the milla
by doin it I do it do the work and believe in it
you do it to the fullest aint no problem achieving it
When I was broke, I went for mills
Got on the mic the intent to kill
Stronger ever, and you a gimp 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, rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha bout?)

You should be clapping when folk make it up outta the
or trailer park, it matter even if he black or if he guerro
but, you don't how to be male
instead of a Timberland, you probably in a
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 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 will never be in your car
try to step up on the scene, my infra-red beam's right at soft spot
if you was on TV and balling you groan and trip
keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip
Tech got long cream with things on his whip
?? a chrome thing on his hip
but know your hip will not stop the hop
cause when you look at the big picture, my pops alot daily
so keep on thinking my clock stops the
and I can quickly bury you in your Osh B'Gosh, baby

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?)