Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Babies

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

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

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

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

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

(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

(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

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

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

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

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

(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

(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 go home

I kick niggas in ass, reboot 'em like laptops
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 "Fresh off a cop's ass"
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty
Y'all not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya and left fifty 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 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 than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're just
Headed downstairs to get you some and cookies

(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 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 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 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