Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 hollow put a in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry babies go

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

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

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

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

(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 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

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with hands
Delete your first steps, but save the last dance
I just bought some new my mama said "it ain't worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range 'cause practice makes perferct

Bullseye, I growth and stop lives
You run with niggas that's more then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC like Chris Webber

Luda' take you to duck hunt and double dribble
When niggas sold quarters and dimes and 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 a mutha fucka down)
Ground round, ground your ground beef
Bullets gather then 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 to send two to his dome
(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 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 '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 town called "Fresh off a cop's ass"
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned get mashed
I smell puss from fifty
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left cards

Catch me in Vegas 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 home picking your and flicking 'em

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

(Oh no) I him with a blow 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 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