Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(Oh no) I him with 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 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

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

Who want come me, face come want who?
And women give me 'til their face turns blue
They can't breathe, 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
When I and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of

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 I'll flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush

(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 go home

(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

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

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

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

And the survey says? (Kill a mutha now)
Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a fucka down)
Ground round, chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather round I shoot rounds 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 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, reboot 'em like
And they wouldn't even box if I 'em a flat top
You punks and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words 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 get mashed
I smell puss from fifty
Y'all not playin' with decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas spendin' the
I re-up more chips than 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 dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so
I'm a grown ass man and y'all are than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're 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 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 in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome
(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 send two to his
(Oh no) Cry babies go

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