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 babies go

(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

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

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

I Playstations, duck and lose agents
I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and fuck
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 fire station off the blunt I smoke
You see I cowards, funerals I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick 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 babies go

(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 go home

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

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

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

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

(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

(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 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 pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like I 'em in Scrabble

You see I'm from a small town called "Fresh off a 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

Catch me in Vegas the green
I with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' 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, you're rookies
Headed downstairs to get you some and cookies

(Oh no) I caught him 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 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 go home