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

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

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

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

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but more if I choke
Neighbors the fire 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 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 with a blow to the
(Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry babies go

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass both hands
Delete your first steps, but save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "it worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes

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

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

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

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

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

Catch me in spendin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at picking your boogers and flicking '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 just
Headed downstairs to get you some milk and

(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 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

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the
(Oh no) My hollow put a 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 hollow put a in his vest
(Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go