Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

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

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

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

I Playstations, duck cops and agents
I'm Love, I close curtains and fuck patients
I kick and rip and flip an indispensable 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 station off the blunt I smoke
You see I cowards, funerals I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush

(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

(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 go home

You see I'm I slap ass with both hands
Delete first steps, but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "it ain't 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 chicken pot pies
Bok bok bok I'm shakin' your tale
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King Chris Webber

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

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

(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 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 babies go

I kick niggas in their ass, reboot 'em like
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a top
You pucker 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 skinned get mashed
I puss from fifty yards
Y'all not with full decks 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 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 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, just rookies
Headed downstairs to get you 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 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 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 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 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home