Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 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 babies go

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

Who want face me, face come want who?
And women give me face 'til their turns blue
They can't breathe, dick to mouth
A tight what 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 it'll hurt if I swallow, but more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick at rush hour

(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 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

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

Bullseye, I stunt and stop lives
You run niggas that's 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 sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got big TVs and
I got a Wheel of Fortune I flipped O's like Vanna White

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

(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

(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 go home

I kick niggas in ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, and babble
Now they all lost for words like I '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 chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and 'em
And you'll be at home picking your boogers and 'em

A drug dealer's dream, so and I'm so clean
I'm a ass man and y'all are sweeter than sixteen
So go and rocks, peons, you're just rookies
Headed downstairs to get you milk and cookies

(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

(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

(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 send two to his
(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