Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was born in 71' in City, MO
my momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty
it came to rap and R&B and plenty more
check it, if it wasn't on gospel,
or in the Bible, then it go
So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up it anyway
like, don't to rap, it's the evil music of today
but, I really fell in love with the sound that was out form the East Coast
So we got it and it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead, but I get the white, black, and red
and jump on the tour bus, do 58 shows, then I'm back a big black sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said, 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 my fans spending grands cause we got the fire
I merchandise like 5 G's every half an
and you cry like a baby so 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 haters with their evil

I hear em talkin, they mad at Smurf and Boy
They hating big in the magazine, and dont know the boys
I know the ploy, washed up wanna attack people
Run up to the car, pull out the mac
Man that's a problem with the black now
What ya need to know is that, in the world there's a lot of to stack
And the ones that wanna hold us back ain't been outside they
Every nigga I know is strapped, rip shows blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it down to where the shoulders at
on the south? Why? Trippin off them chips they got
You don't like 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
they 84's be poking out
What the hell is you cryin
Everybody wanna be killa but not for
bout the method of making money you gotta get the
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 went for
Got on the mic with the intent to
Stronger ever, and you a gimp for real
I drink lou, and you drink 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 make it up outta the ghetto
or park, it don't matter even if he black or if he guerro
but, you don't know how to be
instead of a Timberland, you in a stilletto
better yet in a baby shoe, jealous or you
sick of me cause I'm dinero
and you dont get clapped at
you want a standing I thought not!
you say you better than 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 beam's right at your soft spot
if you was on TV and balling you wouldn't and trip
keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip
Tech got long with chrome things on his whip
?? a chrome thing on his hip
but just know your hip not stop the hop
cause when you look at the big picture, my block alot daily
so keep on thinking my stops the shots
and I can quickly bury you in Osh Kosh B'Gosh, baby

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