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

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

Who want come face me, come want who?
And women give me face 'til they're turns blue
They breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze what stops the to conversations

I Playstations, duck cops and 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 a bite out of crime

And it'll if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt I smoke
You see I cowards, funerals I'll 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 babies go

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

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

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

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

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

(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 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

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

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

Catch me in Vegas 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 picking your boogers and 'em

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

(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 with a blow to the
(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 caught him with a blow to the
(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 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 go home