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

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

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

I Playstations, duck cops and lose
I'm Doctor Love, I close and fuck 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 hurt if I swallow, but even 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 pennies at rush hour

(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 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 go home

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both
Delete first steps, but I'll save 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 growth and stop lives
You run with niggas that's more chicken pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King Chris Webber

Luda' take you back to duck hunt and double
niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My got big TVs and satellites
I got a of Fortune 'cause 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 fucka down)
Ground round, ground your ground beef
Bullets gather round then I shoot around teeth

(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 babies go

(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 babies go

I niggas in their ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a 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 called "Fresh off a cop's ass"
Where Mr. are skinned they get mashed
I smell from fifty yards
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya and left fifty cards

me in Vegas spendin' the green
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 your boogers and flicking 'em

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

(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 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 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

(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