Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

(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

(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 two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go

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

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

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

And hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send
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 two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go

(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

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

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

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

And the survey (Kill a mutha fucka now)
Could it be off his head? (Or shoot a mutha fucka down)
Ground round, ground chuck 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 hole in his
(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 hollow put a in his vest
(Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

I kick in they're ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, 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"
Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

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

A dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and you're than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, just rookies
Headed downstairs to get you some milk and

(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 go home

(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 go home

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