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 to send 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 go home

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

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

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

And it'll 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 I'll flowers
And I'm on the flick pennies at rush hour

(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

(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 go home

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

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

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

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

(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 go home

(Oh no) I him with 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

I kick niggas in their ass, reboot 'em like
And they wouldn't even box if I 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and
Now they all for words like I beat '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 from fifty yards
Y'all not with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas spendin' the
I with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome, some broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at picking your boogers and flicking 'em

A drug dealer's dream, so and I'm so clean
I'm a ass man and y'all are sweeter than sixteen
So go and rocks, peons, you're just 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 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 hole in his
(Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry go home

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