Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

we got a bag full of bullets in bitch with no name on them
you know I'm saying
when you hit by the bitch
you know it was ment for your ass

my Ski whats up
my nigga C up
my nigga P up
I'm to tear shit up
coming from the land of the O-A-K
and now to Ral, ruler of the bay
no matter where you at, be it rain or
on a motel floor with a row hoe
partna out, get up, I want your undevided
the nut, I got the shit to ride with
let me tell you bout this little I know
he was swift and fast, on the go
anybody was his target, to let you know
to make it blunt, yo this nut was
he was all peace, nothin more or less
always headed for your head, to avoid the
he was hollow at the tip, a metal frame
get in his way, you're on the spot
he has no name

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hollow in ya, bang!
so when you hear that rat-tat-tat
cause bullets got no

cover your nuts nigga, what the is up nigga
you got your name in my
I got to wash it the millimeter
95 motherfuckers be playing
bodies will be
cuase motherfuckers keep on hating
run up and get the
open his with the full metal jacket
and put nigga to rest
I ain't gonna fuck around and play the silly
my bullets no name
so your better scatter bitch
so motherfucker now you know I'm the O
got niggas from the mobb and some niggas that's doing row
so think if you think that you can handle
get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta
at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga
shoot to kill, if you don't, that other nigga will
I check my steel cause I feel the trying to kill me
Master P warned a nigga so now I the Uzi
wanta do me
but run up and get some slugs from a
you thought was your
no love in this town huh
so you gonna the way these slugs travel around huh
yea, who's the first to a cap
I thought you nigga
I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and nigga
you around
I'm puttin your ass in the house of
keep your partnas out this
this bullet has no

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about yay short, yay tall
about so big, but had the ball's to all ya'll
I represent, the town the Rich
where niggas don't give a about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young drop
2 hours later, come the fuckin cops
cause ain't no in this dope game
young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this
so when you hear fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
you better duck or get your cabbage patch
or lose your shoe, or your mama sing the blues
you be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock
out the game, I run the game of life
cause in the ghetto, out to get stripes
that crank, fermalgahide, and dank
heroine and crack, and out to do
and the music don't change
cuase rappers go to jail or kill like the dope game
so what's the deal nigga, how you nigga
Infa Red and No Limit
I mean some real
hooked up, out to make some bucks
off the record, on the
P can back it up
E-40 1 Luv
but it's the shit every state, every city, every club
and every concert
either some nigga, some bitch
with a bloody red
or under the fuckin white
shit won't change
cause it'll happen fuckin next week
and these bullets aint gots no
and these niggas in my hood wanta live like Wayne
you got gat, we got our gats
and we can end this shit in some

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