Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was born in 71' in City, MO
my momma was a one, so the fam was pretty slow
when it came to rap and R&B and plenty
check it, if it wasn't on gospel,
or written in the Bible, it go
So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up it anyway
like, don't listen to rap, it's the 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 jump on the bus, do 58 shows, then I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't believe that was said, cause I'm here with a stack of fed
and I got it rap/hip-hop or whatever 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

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?)

If it's negative, I wanna hear 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 with the black people now
What ya need to know is that, in the world a lot of dough to stack
And the that 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 down to where the shoulders at
Hating on the south? Why? off them chips they got
You don't like that it's and chopped
but you get off in they pot
Wanna be MC you 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 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 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 gimp for
I drink caribou lou, and you drink CHUMP

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?)

You should be clapping when folk make it up outta the
or trailer park, it don't matter even if he black or if he
but, you don't know how to be
instead of a Timberland, you in a stilletto
yet in a baby shoe, jealous or maybe you
sick of me cause I'm making
and you dont wanna get at
you want a standing ovation? I not!
you say you than 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 soft spot
if you was on TV and balling you groan and trip
he'd hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip
Tech got long cream with chrome things on his
?? with a thing on his hip
but just know hip will not stop the hop
cause when you look at the big picture, my block alot daily
so keep on thinking my stops the shots
and I can quickly bury you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh,

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