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

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

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

I Playstations, duck cops and lose
I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable
My black ass is so hungry take 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 send flowers
And I'm on the flick pennies at rush hour

(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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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 babies go

(Oh no) I him with 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 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 babies go

(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