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

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

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

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

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

(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 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

You see I'm ambidextrous I ass with both hands
your first steps, but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain't 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 like Webber

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

And the survey says? (Kill a 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 rounds around

(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 put a hole in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

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

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

Catch me in Vegas the green
I re-up with more chips than a machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and '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 y'all are than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're rookies
Headed 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 two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

(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 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 to send 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 hole in his
(Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home