Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was in 71' in Kansas City, MO
my momma was a one, so the fam was pretty slow
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 do something then I end up doing it anyway
like, don't to rap, it's the evil music of today
but, I really fell in love with the sound was coming out form the East Coast
So we got it and it up a bit, now the industry's 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, I stand, the mic in hand with my rap attire
and I my fans spending grands cause we got the fire
I like 5 G's every half an hour
and you cry like a baby so your mic must be pacifier

When I read the magazine, them 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 wanna 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 know the boys
I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna people
Run up to the car, out the mac lethal
Man that's a problem the black people now
What ya to know is that, in the world there's a lot of dough to stack
And the ones that wanna hold us back ain't been outside they
Every I know 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 south? Why? off them chips they got
You don't like that it's screwed and
but you get off in they pot
Wanna be MC you a lot, up in the spot and you hot
they 84's be poking out
What the hell is you cryin
Everybody wanna be but not for reala
the method of making money you gotta get the milla
by doin it like I do it do the work and in it
when you do it to the aint no problem achieving it
I was broke, homie I went for mills
Got on the mic the intent to kill
than ever, and you a gimp for real
I drink caribou lou, and you enfamil CHUMP

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?)

You should be clapping folk make it up outta the ghetto
or trailer park, it don't matter if he black or if he guerro
but, you don't how to be male
of a Timberland, you probably in a stilletto
better yet in a baby shoe, jealous or you
sick of me cause I'm dinero
and you dont wanna get at
you a standing ovation? I thought not!
you say you better than on radio, man that's false chop
try to run up on me, cause a benzo 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 hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip
got long cream with chrome things on his whip
?? with a chrome on his hip
but just know your hip not stop 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

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