Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

(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

(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

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

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

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

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

(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

(Oh no) I caught him with a 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

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

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

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

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

(Oh no) I caught him with a 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 hollow put a in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

I kick niggas in they're ass, reboot 'em like
And they wouldn't box if I gave 'em a flat top
You pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble

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

me in Vegas spendin' the green
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 picking your boogers and flicking 'em

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

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

(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 with a 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 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