Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

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

(Oh no) I caught him a blow 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

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

Who want come face me, face want who?
And women give me 'til they're face turns blue
can't breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze what stops the to conversations

I Playstations, duck cops and lose
I'm Doctor Love, I close curtains and patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable
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 station off the blunt that I
You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush

(Oh no) I caught him a blow 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 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 to send two to his dome
(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 bought some 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 lives
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 Chris

Luda' take you back to duck and double dribble
When niggas sold 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 says? (Kill a mutha fucka now)
Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a mutha down)
Ground round, ground chuck your beef
Bullets gather round I shoot rounds around teeth

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the
(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 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry babies go

I niggas in they're ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a 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"
Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty
Y'all not playin' with full as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in spendin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending
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 you're sweeter than
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're rookies
Headed downstairs to get you milk and cookies

(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 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 babies go

(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 put a hole in his vest
(Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home