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 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 babies go

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

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

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

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

(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 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 go home

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both
your first 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 'cause practice perferct

Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop
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

take you back to duck hunt 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 O's like Vanna White

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

(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

(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

I niggas in their ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble

You see I'm a small town called "Fresh off a cop's ass"
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned 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 re-up with more than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your 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
downstairs 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 '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

(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 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