Luyện nghe bài hát Bulletproof Revisited

We are the Killaz are Bullet Proof (Bullet Proof)
So come take a shot now (Pop Pop)
Killaz like an army that lose (Get on up)
So realize, we can't be stopped now (Whut!)

Listen mutha that are testin' me right now
Sinna'z 'bout to battle it up with the damn crowd
If ya didn't know, you'll find, I'm Bullet Proof
I'm rippin' ya house like I'm tha big bad wolf
I'm huffin' an I'm puffin' takin' shots to my
Adrenaline so fuck a muthafuckin' teflon vest
Well step back, relax, in fact, fuck
Mishap, car got jacked, now body collapsed
So on down to the level of the underground
Just stick around with the Killa sound
Me an' my on top, the club is where I'm at
Now who do you Puffy was firin' rounds at?
Like I said it before, Blood or Cryp, play that shit
you got on that 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 everybody come take a now (Pop Pop)
Killaz like an army that lose (Get on up)
So realize, that we can't be now (Whut!)

I'm mutha fuckin' Killa, unstoppable
Undroppable, shit, I'm
Woof! We the Roof!
Dawg, I'm mutha Bulletproof, uh!
I'm the Killa that no mutha fuckin introduction
My is corruption, kill ya husband, bucks'em mutha fucks'em
Ima crush'em no thang, bang
(Niggaaa) Fuck Me?
You can't me
Let the bullets rain to my brain, no
I'm invinsible, criminal Insane
Ya rounds are
My fuckin clip from tha TeK that I grip is full
(Ima Shootcha)
Tick Tock, bang pop, body
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 that are Proof (Bullet Proof)
So everybody take a shot now (Pop Pop)
Killaz like an army that never (Get on up)
So realize, that we can't be now (Whut!)

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

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

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

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