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 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

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

Who come face me, face come want who?
And women give me face 'til their face blue
They can't breathe, dick to mouth
A squeeze what 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 hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I cowards, funerals I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at hour

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

You see I'm ambidextrous I ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last
I just bought some new guns my 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 pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC like Chris Webber

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

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

(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

(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

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

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

Catch me in Vegas 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 picking your boogers and flicking 'em

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

(Oh no) I caught him with a to the chest
(Oh no) My put a hole 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 go home