Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

my Ski whats up
my C whats up
my P whats up
I'm read to shit 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 floor a front 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 fool I know
he was swift and fast, on the go
was his target, just to let you know
to make it blunt, yo nut was bisexual
he was all about peace, more or less
always headed for head, to avoid the vest
he was hollow at the tip, with a metal
get in his way, you're shot on the
he has no name

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

cover your nigga, what the fuck is up nigga
you got name in my mouth
I got to it with the millimeter
95 motherfuckers be playing
bodies will be
cuase motherfuckers keep on hating
run up and get the
open his chest with the full metal
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 I'm from the O
got from the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row
so again if you think 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 my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to kill me
Master P a nigga so now I gots the Uzi
motherfuckers do me
but run up and get some slugs from a
you was your homie
ain't no love in town huh
so you gonna love the way these travel around huh
yea, who's the to bust a cap
I you knew nigga
I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and nigga
you around
I'm your ass in the house of pain
keep your out this shit
bullet has no name

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about yay short, about yay
so big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the called the Rich
where niggas give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young drop
2 hours later, here come the fuckin
cause ain't no love in this game
young niggas in my hood losing their life this cocaine
so when you hear that fuckin
you better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage
or your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues
you be the next motherfucker on the 10 news
out the game, I run the game of life
cause in the ghetto, out to get stripes
smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and
heroine and crack, and out to do
and the music shit change
rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope game
so what's the deal nigga, how you feel
Infa Red and No Limit
I some real niggas
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 same shit every state, city, every club
and every fucking
either some nigga, some bitch
with a red shirt
or under the fuckin sheet
shit won't change
cause happen again fuckin next week
and these bullets aint no names
and these niggas in my wanta live like John Wayne
you got your gat, we got our
and we can end shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata

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