Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

my Ski whats up
my C whats up
my P whats up
I'm to tear shit up
coming straight from the of the O-A-K
and now listen to Ral, of the bay
no where you at, be it rain or snow
on a motel floor a front row hoe
partna pull out, get up, I your undevided
forget the nut, I got the shit to ride
let me you bout this little fool I know
he was and fast, always on the go
was his target, just to let you know
to make it blunt, yo this nut was
he was all about peace, nothin or less
always headed for your head, to avoid the
he was at the tip, with 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 duck when you that rat-tat-tat
cause got no name

cover nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga
you got your in my mouth
I got to it with the millimeter
95 won't be playing
will be laying
cuase motherfuckers on playa hating
run up and get the
open his chest with the metal jacket
and put that nigga to
I ain't fuck around and play the silly shit
my bullets have no
so your partners better bitch
so motherfucker now you I'm from the O
got niggas from the mobb and niggas that's doing death row
so think again if you that you can handle
get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta
kill at rando, here's my anthem nigga
shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigga
I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's to kill me
Master P warned a nigga so now I the Uzi
motherfuckers 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, the first to bust a cap
I thought you nigga
I'm leavin on the ground cold and blue nigga
you around
I'm puttin your ass in the of pain
keep your out this shit
bullet has no name

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

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