Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

(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

(Oh no) I caught him 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 like when condoms 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 Ludacris great!

Who want come face me, face come want
And women give me 'til they're face turns blue
They can't breathe, dick to resuscitation
A tight squeeze what stops the lengthy to

I Playstations, duck cops and agents
I'm Love, I close curtains and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and an indispensable rhyme
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 station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush

(Oh no) I caught him 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 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 go home

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

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

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

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

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

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 fifty yards
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left cards

Catch me in Vegas spendin' the
I re-up with more chips than a vending
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 than
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're rookies
Headed downstairs to get you some milk and

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

(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 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