Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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

(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 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 pounds of
So put your belly on a plate and watch your
You frosted like a flake and feels great!

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

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

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

(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 go home

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

Bullseye, I stunt and stop lives
You run with niggas that's more chicken pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King Chris Webber

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

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

(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 go home

(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 go home

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

You see I'm from a small town called "Fresh off a 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 Jacks and left fifty

Catch me in spendin' the green
I re-up more chips than a vending machine
Then you can me in Rome, mackin' some broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your boogers and '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 kick rocks, peons, you're just
downstairs to get you some milk and cookies

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