Luyện nghe bài hát Crybaby

I was in 71' in Kansas City, MO
my momma was a one, so the fam was pretty slow
when it to rap and R&B and plenty more
it, if it wasn't on gospel, apostle
or in the Bible, then 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 evil music of
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 tour bus, do 58 shows, I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said, cause I'm here with a 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 with my rap attire
and I like my fans spending cause we got the fire
I merchandise like 5 G's every an hour
and you cry like a baby so your mic must be your

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?)

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

I em talkin, they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy
They hating big in the magazine, and even know the boys
I know the ploy, washed up rappers attack people
Run up to the car, out the mac lethal
Man a problem with the black 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 back ain't been outside cul-de-sac
Every nigga I is strapped, rip shows that'll blow 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 screwed and chopped
but you wanna get off in pot
Wanna be MC you a lot, up in the spot and you hot
they 84's be poking out
What the hell is you bout?
Everybody wanna be but not for reala
the method of making money you gotta get the milla
by doin it like I do it do the work and in it
when you do it to the fullest no problem achieving it
I was broke, homie I went for mills
Got on the mic with the intent to
Stronger than ever, and you a for real
I drink caribou lou, and you drink CHUMP

When I read the magazine, 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 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
of a Timberland, you probably 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 want a standing I thought not!
you say you better than rappers on radio, man that's false
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 at your soft spot
if you was on TV and balling you wouldn't and trip
keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip
Tech got long cream chrome things on his whip
?? with a chrome on his hip
but know your hip will not stop the hop
cause you look at the big picture, my block pops alot daily
so keep on thinking my 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)
I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha bout?)