Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

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

I got people scared as fuck like condoms break
Or how your deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch weight
You frosted 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, cops and lose agents
I'm Doctor Love, I close and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable
My black ass is so I'll take a bite out of crime

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt 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 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 to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go

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

Bullseye, I stunt and stop lives
You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King Chris 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 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White

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

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

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

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

Catch me in Vegas the green
I re-up with chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at picking your boogers and flicking 'em

A drug dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and sweeter than sixteen
So go and rocks, peons, you're just rookies
Headed downstairs to get you some milk and

(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 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 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 in his vest
(Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go