Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

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

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

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

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

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I
called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick 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 '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 hole in his
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home

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

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

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

And the survey (Kill a mutha fucka now)
Could it be off with his (Or shoot a mutha fucka down)
Ground round, chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather then I shoot rounds 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 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 in his vest
(Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

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

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 from yards
Y'all not playin' with full as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas spendin' the
I re-up with chips than a vending 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 you're sweeter sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, just rookies
downstairs to get you some milk and cookies

(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 in his vest
(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 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 two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home