Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

(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

(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 go home

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

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

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

(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 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

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

Bullseye, I growth and stop 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 like Chris Webber

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

And the survey says? (Kill a mutha now)
Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a fucka down)
Ground round, ground your ground beef
Bullets round then 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 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 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, bicker and
Now they all lost for words like I 'em in Scrabble

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

Catch me in spendin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a machine
Then you can me in Rome, mackin' some broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your and flicking 'em

A drug dealer's dream, so 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 put a hole in his vest
(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 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 'bout to 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 send two to his
(Oh no) Cry babies go