Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

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

(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

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

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

I Playstations, duck cops and lose
I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and patients
I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry I'll take a out of crime

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even if I choke
Neighbors the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, 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 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

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

Bullseye, I stunt growth and lives
You run with that's more chicken then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris

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

And the says? (Kill a mutha fucka now)
Could it be off his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down)
Ground round, ground chuck ground beef
gather round then 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 to send two to his dome
(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 two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

I kick niggas in their ass, reboot 'em like
And they 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 from a small town "Fresh off a cop's ass"
Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I puss from fifty yards
not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas the green
I re-up with more 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 than sixteen
So go and rocks, peons, you're just rookies
downstairs to get you some milk and cookies

(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 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 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 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