Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(Oh no) I caught him with a 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 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 got people scared as fuck like condoms break
Or how your deals with eatin' eighty 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 'til their face blue
They breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze what stops the conversations

I Playstations, cops and lose agents
I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and patients
I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry 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, 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 hole in his
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home

(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 ambidextrous I slap ass with hands
Delete your 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 just 'cause practice makes perferct

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

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

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

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

I kick niggas in their ass, 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and
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"
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get
I smell from fifty yards
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya and left fifty cards

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

A dealer's 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, you're just
Headed downstairs to get you some 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 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 in his vest
(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 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 put a hole in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home