Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

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

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

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

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

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

(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

(Oh no) I caught him with a 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

You see I'm I slap ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but 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 stunt growth and lives
You run with niggas that's chicken then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris

Luda' take you back to hunt and double dribble
When niggas quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My got big TVs and satellites
I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna

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

(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 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

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

Catch me in Vegas spendin' the
I re-up with chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, some broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at picking 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 sweeter than
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're rookies
Headed downstairs to get you 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 send two to his
(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 babies go

(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 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 go home