Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

(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 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 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

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

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

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

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even if I choke
called the fire station 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 in his vest
(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 to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both
your first 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 shooting just 'cause practice makes perferct

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

take you back to duck 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 O's like Vanna White

And the survey says? (Kill a fucka now)
Could it be off his head? (Or shoot 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 in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go

I niggas in they're ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for like I beat 'em in Scrabble

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

Catch me in spendin' the green
I re-up with more 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 dealer's dream, so and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and you're than sixteen
So go and rocks, peons, you're just rookies
Headed to get you some milk and cookies

(Oh no) I caught him a blow 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 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 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 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home