Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was born in 71' in 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 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 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 rap is dead, but when 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 with a stack 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 fans spending grands we got the fire
I merchandise like 5 G's every half an
and you cry like a baby so your mic must be pacifier

When I read the magazine, them rapper's like
WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby)
When I see on the TV, them rapper's 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 even the boys
I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack
Run up to the car, pull out the mac
Man that's a problem with the people now
What ya need to is that, in the world there's a lot of dough to stack
And the ones that wanna hold us ain't been outside they cul-de-sac
Every nigga I know is strapped, rip shows blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it right to where the shoulders at
Hating on the Why? Trippin off them chips they got
You don't like that it's 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
What the is you cryin bout?
Everybody be killa but not for reala
bout the 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 problem it
When I was broke, homie I for mills
Got on the mic with the to kill
Stronger ever, and you a gimp for real
I caribou lou, and you drink enfamil CHUMP

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

You be clapping when folk make it up outta the ghetto
or trailer park, it don't even if he black or if he guerro
but, you know how to be male
instead of a Timberland, you in a stilletto
yet in a baby shoe, jealous or maybe you
sick of me I'm making dinero
and you dont get clapped at
you want a standing I thought not!
you say you than rappers 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 right 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
?? with a thing on his hip
but just your hip will not stop the hop
cause when you look at the big picture, my pops alot daily
so keep on thinking my stops the shots
and I can quickly you in your 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, rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha bout?)