Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

(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

(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

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 and watch your weight
You frosted like a flake and feels great!

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

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 ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime

And hurt 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 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 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 put a hole in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry babies go

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

Luda' take you back to duck and double dribble
When niggas sold quarters and dimes and nickels
My cars got big TVs and
I got a Wheel of Fortune 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 your ground beef
Bullets gather round I shoot rounds around teeth

(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 go home

(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 babies go

I kick niggas in they're ass, reboot 'em laptops
And they even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble

You see I'm from a town 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 out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

me in Vegas spendin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and '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 just
Headed downstairs to get you milk and cookies

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

(Oh no) I him with 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 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 send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home