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

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

Who want come face me, come want who?
And women give me face 'til 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 patients
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 hurt if I swallow, but more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send
And I'm on the overpass flick at rush hour

(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 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 go home

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

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

Luda' take you to duck hunt and double dribble
niggas sold quarters 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 says? (Kill a mutha fucka now)
Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha down)
Ground round, ground chuck your beef
Bullets gather round I shoot 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 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

I kick in they're ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, and babble
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 get mashed
I smell from fifty yards
Y'all not playin' with full as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

me in Vegas spendin' the green
I re-up with more chips 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 sweeter than
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 go home

(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 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 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