Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was in 71' in Kansas City, MO
my was a heavenly 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 tell the baby don't 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 that was coming out form the East
So we got it and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a
Some say that rap is dead, but I get the white, black, and red
and on the tour bus, do 58 shows, then I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said, cause I'm here a stack of fed
and I got it rap/hip-hop or whatever and I did not have to beg
So, here I stand, the mic in hand with my rap
and I like my fans spending grands cause we got the
I merchandise like 5 G's half an hour
and you cry a baby so your mic must be your pacifier

When I the magazine, them rapper's 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 player haters with their evil

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, up rappers wanna attack people
Run up to the car, pull out the mac
Man that's a problem with the black now
What ya to know is that, in the world there's 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 that'll blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it right down to where the at
Hating on the Why? Trippin off them chips they got
You like that 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
wanna be killa but not for reala
bout the method of money you gotta get the milla
by doin it like I do it do the and believe in it
when you do it to the fullest aint no problem it
When I was broke, homie I for mills
Got on the mic with the intent to
than ever, and you a gimp for real
I caribou lou, and you drink enfamil CHUMP

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

You should be when 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
instead of a Timberland, you in a stilletto
better yet in a shoe, jealous or maybe you
of me cause I'm making dinero
and you dont wanna get at
you a standing ovation? I thought not!
you say you better than rappers on radio, man that's chop
try to run up on me, cause a benzo will never be in 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 groan and trip
he'd keep hatred, envy, and on his lip
Tech got long cream with chrome on his whip
?? a chrome thing on his hip
but just your hip will not stop the hop
cause 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, them sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha bout?)