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

I got people scared as fuck like condoms break
Or how heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a and watch your weight
You frosted like a flake and 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 what stops the lengthy conversations

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the survey (Kill a mutha fucka now)
Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a fucka down)
Ground round, ground your ground beef
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 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 'bout to two to his dome
(Oh no) Cry babies go

I kick in their ass, reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a top
You pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like I 'em in Scrabble

You see I'm a small town called "Fresh off a cop's ass"
Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get
I smell puss from 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 chips than a vending machine
you can catch me in Rome, mackin' some broads and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your boogers and 'em

A drug dealer's dream, so and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and y'all are sweeter sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, just rookies
Headed downstairs to get you milk and cookies

(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 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 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 in his vest
(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 hollow put a hole in his
(Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his
(Oh no) Cry go home