Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

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

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

I Playstations, duck cops and lose
I'm Doctor Love, I close and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable
My black ass is so hungry take a bite out of crime

And hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush

(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

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

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

Luda' take you to duck hunt and double dribble
When niggas sold quarters and dimes and nickels
My got big TVs and satellites
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 a mutha fucka down)
Ground round, ground chuck your beef
Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds teeth

(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

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

You see I'm from a small town "Fresh off a cop's ass"
Where Mr. are skinned they 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 more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, some broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking 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 sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're rookies
Headed downstairs to get you milk and cookies

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