Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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

(Oh no) I caught him with a 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 babies go

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

Who want come face me, face want who?
And women give me face 'til their face blue
They breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze what the lengthy conversations

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

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

(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

(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

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

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 Chris Webber

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 Vanna White

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

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

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

me in Vegas spendin' the green
I with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your boogers and 'em

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

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