Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

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

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

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

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

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

(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 in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both
your first steps, but I'll 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 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' take you 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 'cause I flipped O's like White

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

(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 him with 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

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

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

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

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

(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

(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

(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 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