Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(Oh no) I caught him a blow to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the
(Oh no) My put a hole in his vest
(Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

I got people scared as fuck like when break
Or how your heart deals with eatin' pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch weight
You frosted like a flake and Ludacris great!

Who want come me, face come want who?
And women give me face 'til face turns blue
They can't breathe, to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze what the lengthy conversations

I Playstations, cops and lose agents
I'm Doctor Love, I curtains and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable
My black ass is so hungry I'll take a out of crime

And hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush

(Oh no) I caught him with a to the chest
(Oh no) My put a hole in his vest
(Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go

(Oh no) I caught him with a to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home

You see I'm I slap ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but save the last dance
I bought some new guns my mama said "it ain't worth it"
But I'm at the shooting just 'cause practice makes perferct

Bullseye, I growth and stop lives
You run with niggas that's chicken then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris

Luda' take you back to duck hunt and dribble
niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My got big TVs and satellites
I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I O's like Vanna White

And the survey says? (Kill a mutha now)
it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down)
Ground round, chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather then I shoot rounds around teeth

(Oh no) I caught him a blow to the chest
(Oh no) My put a hole in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home

(Oh no) I caught him with a to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

I kick niggas in ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words I beat 'em in Scrabble

You see I'm from a town called "Fresh off a cop's ass"
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned get mashed
I smell puss from fifty
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty

Catch me in spendin' the green
I re-up with chips than a vending machine
Then you can me in Rome, mackin' some broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home your boogers and flicking 'em

A drug dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and y'all are sweeter sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're rookies
Headed downstairs to get you milk and cookies

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the
(Oh no) My put a hole in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry babies go

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his
(Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the
(Oh no) My hollow put a in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home

(Oh no) I caught him a blow to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home