Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

(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 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 babies go

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

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

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

And hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at 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 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 to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both
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 practice makes perferct

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

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

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

(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 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

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

You see I'm a small 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 jacked out ya 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, some broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home 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 than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're just
Headed downstairs to get you some milk and

(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 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 go home

(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 go home

(Oh no) I caught him with a 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