Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 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 hole in his
(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 with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your
You frosted like a and Ludacris feels great!

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

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

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

(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 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

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

Bullseye, I stunt growth and 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 like Chris Webber

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

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

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

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

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

Catch me in Vegas spendin' the
I with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can 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 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 him with 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 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 'bout to send two to his
(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 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 to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go