Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 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 babies go

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

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

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

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

(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

(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 go home

You see I'm ambidextrous I ass with both hands
Delete first 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 shooting range just 'cause practice makes

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

take you back 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 Vanna

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

(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

(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

I niggas in their ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a top
You punks and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like I '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 from fifty
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty

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

A dealer's dream, so fresh 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 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 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

(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 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