Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

(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 go home

(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 babies go

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

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

I Playstations, duck cops and lose
I'm Love, I close curtains and fuck patients
I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry take a bite out of crime

And hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I
You see I crush cowards, funerals send flowers
And I'm on the overpass pennies at rush hour

(Oh no) I caught him a blow 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 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

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass both hands
Delete 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 range just 'cause practice makes perferct

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

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

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

(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 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 go home

I kick niggas in their ass, reboot 'em laptops
And they even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, and babble
Now all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble

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

me in Vegas spendin' the green
I re-up more chips than a vending machine
Then you can me in Rome, mackin' some broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your 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 rocks, peons, you're just rookies
downstairs 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 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 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 put a hole in his vest
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home