Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

(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

(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

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

I Playstations, duck cops and lose
I'm Love, I close curtains and fuck patients
I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
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
Neighbors called the station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, I'll send flowers
And I'm on the flick pennies at rush hour

(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 go home

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

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both
your first steps, but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama "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 that's more then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King Chris Webber

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 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna

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

(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 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 babies go

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

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

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

A drug 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 rookies
Headed downstairs to get you 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 send two to his
(Oh no) Cry babies go

(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 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 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