Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 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

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

Who want face me, face come want who?
And women give me face 'til their face turns
They breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A squeeze what stops the lengthy conversations

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

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

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

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both
Delete your first steps, but save the last dance
I just bought 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 more then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris

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

And the survey says? (Kill a fucka now)
Could it be off his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down)
Ground round, ground 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 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 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

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

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

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

A drug dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and are sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're rookies
Headed to get you some 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 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 to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

(Oh no) I caught him with a 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

(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 babies go