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

(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

I got people as fuck like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your
You frosted a flake and Ludacris 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 what stops the lengthy conversations

I Playstations, duck and lose agents
I'm Love, I close curtains and fuck patients
When I and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry take a bite 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 cowards, funerals I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick at rush hour

(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 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

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

Bullseye, I stunt and stop lives
You run with niggas that's more chicken pot pies
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 sold quarters 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 your ground
Bullets gather round then I shoot around teeth

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

I kick niggas in their ass, reboot 'em laptops
And they even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, 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 they get
I smell from fifty yards
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

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

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

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

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