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 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

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

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

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

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick 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 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 to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

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

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

Luda' take you back to duck hunt and dribble
When niggas sold quarters and dimes and nickels
My cars got big TVs and
I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like 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 your ground
Bullets gather round then I shoot around teeth

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

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

You see I'm from a small town "Fresh off a cop's ass"
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get
I smell puss fifty 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 with more chips than a vending machine
you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and sticking 'em
And be at home picking your boogers and flicking 'em

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

(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 with a 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

(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 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 babies go