Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet

Straight out of high
We know what to do
Wanted to go to
But no was nothing new

to get away
Go, see the world and do new
He got
In the mall by the recruit

Told him if he wanna go to we got money too
Sign up at eighteen, youll be out you twenty-two
He joined the army airborne, got his
Went to boot camp, got discipline
at where they shippin' him

Hes in the mist of all bullets and missing him
Wishing he was a kid again his family in Michigan
In the midst of fighting men
One round down six of them

He ain't a killer though, taking a lot of risks
This is what a poor person do for a scholarship,
He turned around and got a full of hollow tips
But be sad he died for the flag

What you here
Is put yourself a bullet and a target
And it be long before
Youre yourself away

What you done
Is put yourself between a bullet and a
And it wont be before
Youre pulling yourself

Papa was a playa, knew just to say to
Get the women back to his and lay her
If sex had a trophy, hes the heisman down
Getting models, R&B and Buzz downs

He got the women crazy stairs,
With his lady there, they ain't care, they like, ooh at his baby hair
He took them all, put in a line
Hit five new chickens, he they were fine

He got head from five fiends smoking it down
But did it all wrong dawg it ain't dog or it lying
Till he woke up one with legions
He went to the doctor asking was the reason

Tests ran positive, he couldnt 'em
He to blame God asked him why did He leave him
Pleading, let the disease leave him
women that he conquered, he caught the cost

What you here
Is put between a bullet and a target
And it wont be long
Youre pulling away

What you done
Is put between a bullet and a target
And it wont be long
Youre yourself away

Bullet and a
Between a and a target
Between a bullet and a
A and a target

Now when the sun down
On our of town
the other side of the block
Where sing around

On the side of the street
That pac hit the
Not in Vegas 'cause nigga
Got Pac in now

When my hit the block
And we we thugs
I ain't on, no swim
But you see of blood

Skip juve you die
whos the judge
Oh, you married to the
Prove your

Prove it, this rap shorty, shoot it, do it, this, do it
This ain't a game, an organized movement
My hurt, my love, my pain, my
My strife, my wife, my life, my

We made for more, we die for
When you starvin' in the ghetto I'ma write the
See my girl think I'm and my momma think I'm odd
But when I'm all up in the I just fall on my knees

you done here
Is put yourself a bullet and a target
And it wont be before
Youre pulling yourself

What you here
Is put between a bullet and a target
And it be long before
pulling yourself away

A and a target
A bullet and a
A and a target
A and a target