Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(Oh no) I caught him with a 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 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 go home

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

Who want come face me, face come want
And give me face 'til their face turns blue
They can't breathe, dick to resuscitation
A tight squeeze stops the lengthy conversations

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

And it'll if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire 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 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 caught him with a to the chest
(Oh no) My hollow put a in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry babies go

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with hands
Delete your first steps, but I'll 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 more then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris

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

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

(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

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

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

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

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

A drug dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and y'all are 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 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 '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 in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(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 babies go