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 came to rap and R&B and more
check it, if it on gospel, apostle
or written in the Bible, it go
So when they tell the don't do something then I end up doing it anyway
like, don't listen to rap, it's the 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 industry's having a
Some say that rap is dead, but I get the white, black, and red
and jump on the tour bus, do 58 shows, I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't that that was said, cause I'm here with a stack of fed
and I got it from rap/hip-hop or whatever and I did not 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 merchandise like 5 G's half an hour
and you cry like a baby so mic must be your pacifier

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?)

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

I hear em talkin, they mad at and Souljah Boy
They hating big in the magazine, and dont even know the
I know the ploy, washed up wanna attack people
Run up to the car, pull out the mac
Man that's a problem 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 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 down to where the at
Hating on the south? Why? Trippin off chips they got
You don't like that it's screwed and
but you wanna get off in pot
be MC you talk a lot, up in the spot and you hot
Cause they be poking out
What the hell is you cryin
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 work and in it
when you do it to the fullest aint no problem it
I was broke, homie I went for mills
Got on the mic with the to kill
than ever, and you a gimp for real
I drink caribou lou, and you drink enfamil

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?)

You should be when folk make it up outta 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, or maybe you
sick of me I'm making dinero
and you wanna get clapped at
you want a standing I thought not!
you say you than rappers on radio, man that's false chop
try to run up on me, cause a will 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
he'd hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip
Tech got long cream with chrome things on his
?? with a thing on his hip
but just know hip will not stop the hop
cause when you look at the big picture, my pops alot daily
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)
When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha bout?)