Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was born in 71' in City, MO
my was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty 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 when they 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 really fell in love with the that was coming out form the East Coast
So we got it and it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke
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 sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said, cause I'm here with a 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 like my spending grands cause we got the fire
I merchandise 5 G's every half an hour
and you cry like a baby so your mic must be pacifier

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?)

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

I hear em talkin, they mad at and Souljah Boy
hating big in the magazine, and dont even know the boys
I know the ploy, washed up wanna attack people
Run up to the car, out the mac lethal
Man a problem with the black people now
What ya need to know is that, in the world a lot of dough to stack
And the ones wanna hold us back ain't been outside they cul-de-sac
Every nigga I know is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya
But notice that, I can put it right down to where the at
Hating on the Why? Trippin off them chips they got
You don't like that it's and chopped
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 money you get the milla
by doin it I do it do the work and believe in it
you do it to the fullest aint no problem achieving it
When I was broke, homie I for mills
Got on the mic with the to kill
Stronger than ever, and you a for real
I drink caribou lou, and you enfamil CHUMP

When I read the magazine, rapper's sounding 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 how to be male
instead of a Timberland, you probably in a
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 standing ovation? I 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 right at soft spot
if you was on TV and balling you groan and trip
keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip
Tech got long cream with chrome things on his
?? with a chrome on his hip
but just your hip will not stop the hop
cause when you at the big picture, my block pops alot daily
so keep on thinking my clock stops the
and I can quickly bury you in Osh Kosh B'Gosh, baby

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?)