Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

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

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

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

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

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

(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 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 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go

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

Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop
You run with niggas that's more then pot pies
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 niggas 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)
Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a fucka down)
Ground round, ground chuck your beef
Bullets gather round then I 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 two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go

(Oh no) I caught him a blow 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

I kick in their ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and
Now they all lost for 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 fifty yards
Y'all not playin' full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

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

A dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and y'all are than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're rookies
downstairs to get you some 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 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 to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go

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

(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