Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

(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

(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 send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home

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

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

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

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

(Oh no) I caught him with a 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

(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 babies go

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass both hands
your first steps, but I'll save the last dance
I just some 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 stop
You run with that's more chicken then pot pies
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 quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My got big TVs and satellites
I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's Vanna White

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

(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

(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

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

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

Catch me in Vegas spendin' the
I with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home your boogers and flicking 'em

A dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and you're than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, just 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 hole in his
(Oh no) I'm to send 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 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 send two to his
(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 send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home