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歌曲名:Crybaby

歌手:Tech N9ne

专辑:Killer

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I was born in 71' in Kansas City MO My momma was a heavenly one so the fam was pretty slow When it came to rap and R&B and plenty more Check it if it wasn't on gospel apostle Or written in the Bible then it go So when 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 music of today But I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out form the East Coast So we got it and twisted it up a bit now the industry's having a heatstroke Some say that rap is dead but when I get the white black and red And jump on the tour bus do fifty eight shows then I'm back with a big black sack of bread Can't believe that that was said cause I'm here with a stack of fed And I got it from raphip hop or whatever and I did not have to beg So here I stand the mic in hand with my rap attire And I like my fans spending grands cause we got the fire I merchandise like 5 G's every half an hour And you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifier When I read the magazine them rapper's sounding like Wah wah wah Crybaby When I see them on the TV them rapper's sounding like Wah wah wah Whatcha crying bout If it's negative I don't wanna hear it Eliminating player haters with their evil spirits I hear 'em talkin' they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy They hating big in the magazine and don't even know the boys I know the ploy washed up rappers wanna attack people Run up to the car pull out the mac lethal Man that's a problem with the black people now What ya need to know 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 they cul de sac Every n***a I know is strapped rip shows that'll blow ya back But notice that I can put it right down to where the shoulders at Hating on the south Why Trippin' off them chips they got You don't like that it's screwed and chopped But you wanna get off in they pot Wanna be MC you talk a lot up in the spot and you hot 'Cause they eighty fours be poking out What the hell is you cryin' bout Everybody wanna be killa but not for reala Bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla By doin' it like I do it do the work and believe in it When you do it to the fullest ain't no problem achieving it When I was broke homie I went for mills Got on the mic with the intent to kill Stronger than ever and you a gimp for real I drink Caribou Lou and you drink Enfamil chump You should be clapping when folk make it up outta the ghetto Or trailer park it don't matter even if he black or if he guerro But you don't know how to be male Instead of a Timberland you probably in a stiletto Better yet in a baby shoe jealous or maybe you Sick of me cause I'm making dinero And you don't wanna get clapped at You want a standing ovation I thought not You say you better than rappers on radio man that's false chop Try to run up on me 'cause a benzo will never be in your car slot Try to step up on the scene my infra red beam's right at your soft spot If you was on TV and balling you wouldn't groan and trip He'd keep hatred envy and bloodshed on his lip Tech got long cream with chrome things on his whip With a chrome thing on his hip But just know your hip will not stop the hop 'Cause when you look at the big picture my block pops a lot daily So keep on thinking my clock stops the shots And I can quickly bury you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh baby
[00:21.06]I was born in 71' in Kansas City MO [00:29.67]My momma was a heavenly one so the fam was pretty slow [00:33.09]When it came to rap and R&B and plenty more [00:35.76]Check it if it wasn't on gospel apostle [00:37.32]Or written in the Bible then it go [00:38.91]So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up doing it anyway [00:42.45]Like don't listen to rap it's the evil music of today [00:45.84]But I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out form the East Coast [00:48.99]So we got it and twisted it up a bit now the industry's having a heatstroke [00:52.77]Some say that rap is dead but when I get the white black and red [00:55.80]And jump on the tour bus do fifty eight shows then I'm back with a big black sack of bread [00:59.34]Can't believe that that was said cause I'm here with a stack of fed [01:02.64]And I got it from raphip hop or whatever and I did not have to beg [01:05.88]So here I stand the mic in hand with my rap attire [01:09.21]And I like my fans spending grands cause we got the fire [01:12.51]I merchandise like 5 G's every half an hour [01:15.72]And you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifier [01:19.08]When I read the magazine them rapper's sounding like [01:22.80]Wah wah wah [01:23.16]Crybaby [01:25.68]When I see them on the TV them rapper's sounding like [01:29.49]Wah wah wah [01:30.87]Whatcha crying bout [01:37.83]If it's negative I don't wanna hear it [01:49.14]Eliminating player haters with their evil spirits [01:51.99]I hear 'em talkin' they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy [01:55.23]They hating big in the magazine and don't even know the boys [01:58.50]I know the ploy washed up rappers wanna attack people [02:01.20]Run up to the car pull out the mac lethal [02:02.82]Man that's a problem with the black people now [02:05.07]What ya need to know is that in the world there's a lot of dough to stack [02:07.98]And the ones that wanna hold us back ain't been outside they cul de sac [02:11.70]Every n***a I know is strapped rip shows that'll blow ya back [02:14.97]But notice that I can put it right down to where the shoulders at [02:18.24]Hating on the south Why Trippin' off them chips they got [02:21.30]You don't like that it's screwed and chopped [02:22.95]But you wanna get off in they pot [02:24.57]Wanna be MC you talk a lot up in the spot and you hot [02:27.54]'Cause they eighty fours be poking out [02:29.55]What the hell is you cryin' bout [02:31.20]Everybody wanna be killa but not for reala [02:32.67]Bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla [02:34.29]By doin' it like I do it do the work and believe in it [02:35.94]When you do it to the fullest ain't no problem achieving it [02:37.74]When I was broke homie I went for mills [02:39.39]Got on the mic with the intent to kill [02:41.01]Stronger than ever and you a gimp for real [02:47.28]I drink Caribou Lou and you drink Enfamil chump [03:10.92]You should be clapping when folk make it up outta the ghetto [03:13.74]Or trailer park it don't matter even if he black or if he guerro [03:17.01]But you don't know how to be male [03:18.39]Instead of a Timberland you probably in a stiletto [03:20.28]Better yet in a baby shoe jealous or maybe you [03:22.02]Sick of me cause I'm making dinero [03:23.61]And you don't wanna get clapped at [03:25.20]You want a standing ovation I thought not [03:27.36]You say you better than rappers on radio man that's false chop [03:30.60]Try to run up on me 'cause a benzo will never be in your car slot [03:33.87]Try to step up on the scene my infra red beam's right at your soft spot [03:37.20]If you was on TV and balling you wouldn't groan and trip [03:40.50]He'd keep hatred envy and bloodshed on his lip [03:43.74]Tech got long cream with chrome things on his whip [03:48.21]With a chrome thing on his hip [03:50.22]But just know your hip will not stop the hop [03:52.92]'Cause when you look at the big picture my block pops a lot daily [03:56.85]So keep on thinking my clock stops the shots [03:59.52]And I can quickly bury you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh baby

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