Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 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

I got people 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 like a flake and Ludacris feels great!

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

I Playstations, cops 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 it'll hurt if I swallow, but more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass pennies at rush hour

(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

(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

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

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

Luda' you back to duck hunt and double dribble
When niggas quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My got big TVs and satellites
I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I 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 round then I shoot rounds around teeth

(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

(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

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 I beat 'em in Scrabble

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

Catch me in Vegas spendin' the
I re-up with more chips than a vending
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 are sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're rookies
Headed downstairs to get you 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 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 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 send two to his
(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 to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home