Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 babies go

(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

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

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

I Playstations, duck and lose agents
I'm Doctor Love, I curtains and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and an indispensable rhyme
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 send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush

(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 in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

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

Bullseye, I stunt and stop lives
You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Webber

Luda' take you back to duck and double dribble
When sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got big TVs and
I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna

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

(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 babies go

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

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

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

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

A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so
I'm a grown ass man and are sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're just
Headed to get you some milk and cookies

(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 two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

(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 send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home

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