Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 babies go

(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 babies go

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

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

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 a bite out of crime

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I
You see I crush cowards, funerals 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 put a hole in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry babies go

(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

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with hands
Delete your 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 range just 'cause practice perferct

Bullseye, I growth and stop lives
You run niggas that's more chicken then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC like Chris Webber

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

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

(Oh no) I caught him with a 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 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 niggas in their ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and
Now they all for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble

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

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

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

(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 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 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 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