Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

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

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

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

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

And hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the station 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 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 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 ambidextrous I slap ass both hands
Delete your steps, but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "it worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice perferct

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

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

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

(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 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

I kick niggas in ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and
Now they all lost for words like I '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 puss from fifty yards
Y'all not with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

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

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

(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 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

(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 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