Luyện nghe bài hát Bulletproof Revisited

We are the Killaz that are Bullet (Bullet Proof)
So everybody come take a now (Pop Pop)
Killaz like an army never lose (Get on up)
So realize, that we can't be now (Whut!)

Listen mutha fuckaz that are testin' me now
Sinna'z 'bout to battle it up the whole damn crowd
If ya didn't know, you'll find, I'm Bullet Proof
I'm rippin' through ya house like I'm tha big bad
I'm huffin' an I'm takin' shots to my chest
Adrenaline pumpin' so fuck a muthafuckin' teflon
Well back, relax, in fact, fuck that
Mishap, car got jacked, now your collapsed
So on down to the level of the underground
Just stick around with the Kore sound
Me an' my on top, the club is where I'm at
Now who do you think Puffy was firin' at?
I said it before, Blood or Cryp, don't play that shit
Before you got on trip, I'm done unloadin' my clip
A pop-pop-pop bang, chicka bang bang
That's my statement as I let the bullets

We are the Killaz that are Bullet (Bullet Proof)
So come take a shot now (Pop Pop)
Killaz an army that never lose (Get on up)
So realize, that we can't be now (Whut!)

I'm that fuckin' Killa, unstoppable
Undroppable, shit, I'm
Woof! We the Roof!
Dawg, I'm mutha Bulletproof, uh!
I'm the Killa needs no mutha fuckin introduction
My seduction is corruption, kill ya husband, bucks'em mutha
Ima crush'em no thang, bang
(Niggaaa) Fuck Me?
You touch me
Let the bullets to my brain, no pain
I'm invinsible, Sinical criminal
Ya rounds are
My mutha fuckin clip from tha TeK I grip is full
(Ima Shootcha)
Tick Tock, bang pop, flop
Watch it flop, my block, my glock, my to a cop
Let's rock, hip-hop, I shock, and I'm bulletproof fucka

We are the Killaz are Bullet Proof (Bullet Proof)
So come take a shot now (Pop Pop)
Killaz like an army that never (Get on up)
So realize, that we be stopped now (Whut!)

Bulletproof, mutha fucka (get yo walk on) you the way that we roll
Bugzee and the Bio Killaz ( C-walk to this) lost control we go
Wut you gonna do (get yo on) with Killa Kore coming Through
We got our on, ( c-walk to this) you got yo chest gone 'cause you aint bulletproof

Wut the Fuck you try to with us for
fucka you be the one with his face down on the floor
With my foot against yo neck, you I always be packin a TeK
and leave yo face a mess
So wut u gonna do. When u fuckin with the killa
You we beat your ass blue
When you see the click through
Bloody body bags linin the
When we done, all the blood be commin off the walls

Oh shit, I'm 6 to the chest
Why'd I off my vest could this be another test
Laying on the ground, starin up at the
Mutha fucka I aint dying, thought I you I was Bulletproof

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