Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was in 71' in Kansas City, MO
my was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow
when it came to rap and R&B and more
check it, if it wasn't on gospel,
or written in the Bible, 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 music of today
but, I really fell in love with the that was coming out form the East Coast
So we got it and twisted it up a bit, now the having a heatstroke
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 that was said, cause I'm here a stack of fed
and I got it from rap/hip-hop or and I did not have to beg
So, here I stand, the mic in with my rap attire
and I my fans spending grands cause we got the fire
I merchandise 5 G's every half an hour
and you cry like a so your mic must be your pacifier

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

If it's negative, I wanna hear it
eliminating player haters with their spirits

I hear em talkin, mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy
They hating big in the magazine, and even know 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 black now
What ya need to know is that, in the there's 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 shows that'll ya back
But notice that, I can put it right down to where the at
on the south? 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 84's be out
What the hell is you cryin
wanna be killa but not for reala
bout the of making money you gotta get the milla
by doin it like I do it do the work and in it
you do it to the fullest aint no problem achieving it
When I was broke, homie I went for
Got on the mic with the intent to
Stronger than ever, and you a for real
I caribou lou, and you drink enfamil CHUMP

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

You should be clapping when folk make it up outta the
or trailer park, it matter even if he black or if he guerro
but, you don't know how to be
instead of a Timberland, you in a stilletto
better yet in a baby shoe, or maybe you
sick of me cause I'm making
and you wanna get clapped at
you want a standing I thought not!
you say you better 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 up on the scene, my infra-red beam's 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
?? a chrome 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 my clock stops the shots
and I can quickly bury you in your Osh B'Gosh, baby

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