Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

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

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

Who come face me, face come want who?
And women me face 'til their face turns blue
They breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze what stops the lengthy

I Playstations, duck and lose agents
I'm Love, I close curtains and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry I'll take a 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, I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush

(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 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

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

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

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

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

(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 babies go

(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 babies go

I kick niggas in their ass, 'em like laptops
And wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat 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 town called "Fresh off a cop's ass"
Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty
Y'all not playin' with decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

me in Vegas spendin' the green
I with 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 your boogers and '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 rocks, peons, you're just rookies
downstairs to get you some milk and cookies

(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 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

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