Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 babies go

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

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

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

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

And hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the 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 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

(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 both
Delete your steps, but I'll save 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 stunt growth and lives
You run with niggas that's more chicken then pot
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Webber

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

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

(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 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 go home

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

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

Catch me in Vegas the green
I re-up with more than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and 'em
And you'll be at home picking 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 than
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're just
Headed to get you some milk 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 '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 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 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