Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was born in 71' in City, MO
my momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was slow
when it came to rap and R&B and plenty
check it, if it on gospel, apostle
or in the Bible, then it go
So they tell the baby don't do something then I end up doing it anyway
like, don't listen to rap, it's the evil of today
but, I fell in love with the sound that was coming out form the East Coast
So we got it and twisted it up a bit, now the 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 with a big sack of bread
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, 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 half an hour
and you cry like a so your mic must be your pacifier

I read 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?)

If negative, I don't wanna hear it
eliminating haters with their evil spirits

I hear em talkin, they mad at Smurf and Boy
They hating big in the magazine, and dont even know the
I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna people
Run up to the car, out the mac lethal
Man that's a with the black people 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 they cul-de-sac
Every nigga I know is strapped, rip shows that'll ya back
But notice that, I can put it right down to where the at
Hating on the south? Why? Trippin off them chips got
You don't that it's screwed and chopped
but you get off in they pot
be MC you talk a lot, up in the spot and you hot
Cause they 84's be out
the hell is you cryin bout?
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, I went for mills
Got on the mic with the intent to
Stronger than ever, and you a gimp for
I caribou lou, and you drink enfamil CHUMP

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?)

You should be clapping when folk it up outta the ghetto
or park, it don't 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 cause I'm making
and you dont get clapped at
you a standing ovation? I thought not!
you say you better than rappers on radio, man false chop
try to run up on me, a benzo will never be in your car slot
try to step up on the scene, my infra-red beam's 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 cream with chrome things on his whip
?? with a thing on his hip
but just know your hip will not the hop
when you look at the big picture, my block pops alot daily
so on thinking my clock stops the shots
and I can quickly bury you in Osh Kosh B'Gosh, baby

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