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 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 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 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 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 believe 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 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 mic must be your pacifier

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

If negative, I don't wanna hear it
eliminating player 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, up rappers wanna attack 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 been outside they cul-de-sac
Every I know is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it right down to the shoulders at
Hating on the south? Why? off them chips they got
You don't like that 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 be killa but not for reala
bout the method of making money you gotta get the
by doin it like I do it do the work and 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 than ever, and you a gimp for
I caribou lou, and you drink enfamil CHUMP

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?)

You should be clapping when make it up outta the ghetto
or trailer park, it don't matter even if he or if he guerro
but, you don't how to be male
instead of a Timberland, you in a stilletto
better yet in a baby shoe, or maybe you
of me cause I'm making dinero
and you dont get clapped at
you want a ovation? I thought not!
you say you better 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 beam's right at your spot
if you was on TV and balling you wouldn't groan and
he'd keep hatred, envy, and on his lip
Tech got long cream with chrome things on his
?? 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 keep on thinking my clock the shots
and I can quickly 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, rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha bout?)