Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 babies go

(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 babies go

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

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

I Playstations, cops and lose agents
I'm Doctor Love, I 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
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I
You see I crush cowards, funerals send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick 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 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 send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home

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 guns my mama said "it worth it"
But I'm at the range just 'cause practice makes perferct

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

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

(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 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 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home

I niggas in their ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't box if I gave 'em a flat top
You pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for like I beat 'em in Scrabble

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

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

(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

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