Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

my nigga Ski up
my C whats up
my nigga P up
I'm read to tear up
coming straight from the land of the
and now to Ral, ruler of the bay
no matter you at, be it rain or snow
on a motel with a front row hoe
partna pull out, get up, I want undevided
forget the nut, I got the shit to ride
let me tell you bout this fool 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 for your head, to avoid the vest
he was hollow at the tip, with a frame
get in his way, shot on the spot
he has no name

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hollow in ya, bang!
so duck when you hear that
cause got no name

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

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about yay short, about yay
about so big, but had the to kill all ya'll
I represent, the called the Rich
where niggas don't a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young nigga
2 hours later, come the fuckin cops
ain't no love in this dope game
young niggas in my hood their life slanging this cocaine
so you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
you better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage
or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the
you be the next motherfucker on the 10 news
took out the game, I run the of life
cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get
smoke crank, fermalgahide, and dank
heroine and crack, and out to do
and the music shit don't
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
done up, out to make some bucks
off the record, on the
Master P can it up
said 1 Luv
but it's the same every state, every city, every club
and every concert
there's either nigga, some bitch
a bloody red shirt
or under the white sheet
this shit change
cause it'll happen again next week
and these aint gots no names
and these niggas in my hood wanta like John Wayne
you got gat, we got our gats
and we can end this shit in some

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