Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

me in Vegas spendin' the green
I re-up with more than a vending machine
you can catch 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 fresh and I'm so
I'm a grown ass man and you're than sixteen
So go and rocks, peons, you're just rookies
Headed downstairs to get you some 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 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 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

(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 babies go