Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

(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 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 babies go

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

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

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

And hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush

(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

(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

You see I'm ambidextrous I ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last
I just 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 then pot
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Webber

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

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

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

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

me in Vegas spendin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending
Then you can me in Rome, mackin' some broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home 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 sweeter sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, just rookies
Headed downstairs to get you milk and cookies

(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

(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 go home

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