Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 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

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

Who want face me, face come want who?
And women give me face 'til their face turns
They breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze stops the lengthy conversations

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

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

(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

(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

You see I'm ambidextrous I ass with both hands
Delete your steps, but I'll save the last dance
I just bought new guns my mama said "it ain't 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 pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King Chris Webber

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

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

(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 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

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

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

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

A drug dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and y'all are sweeter than
So go and rocks, peons, you're just 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 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 '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 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