Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

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

(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 got people as fuck like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your
You frosted a flake and Ludacris feels great!

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

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

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

(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 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 to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass with both
Delete first steps, but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "it worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes

Bullseye, I stunt and stop lives
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 Chris

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

And the says? (Kill a mutha fucka 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 caught him a blow 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 go home

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

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

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

A dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and y'all are sweeter than
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're just
Headed to get you some milk 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 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 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

(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the
(Oh no) My hollow put a in his vest
(Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go