Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies (oh No)

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

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

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

I Playstations, cops and lose agents
I'm Doctor Love, I close and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable
My black ass is so I'll take a bite out of crime

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I
Neighbors the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
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 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 hollow put a hole in his
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

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

Bullseye, I stunt and stop lives
You run with niggas more chicken then pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC like Chris Webber

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

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

(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

(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 go home

I kick niggas in they're ass, reboot 'em like
And wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks 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 from yards
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas the green
I re-up with chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your boogers and 'em

A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so
I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're rookies
Headed downstairs to get you some and cookies

(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 go home

(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 caught him with a blow to the
(Oh no) My hollow put a 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