Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

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

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hollow in ya, bang!
so duck when you hear rat-tat-tat
bullets 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
bodies be laying
cuase motherfuckers on playa hating
run up and get the
open his chest with the full metal
and put that to rest
I ain't gonna fuck around and the silly shit
my bullets no name
so your partners better scatter
so motherfucker now you I'm from the O
got niggas from the mobb and some niggas doing death row
so think again if you that you can handle
get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 scandle
kill at rando, here's my motherfuckin nigga
shoot to kill, cause if you don't, other nigga will
I my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to kill me
P warned a nigga so now I gots the Uzi
motherfuckers do me
but run up and get some slugs a nigga
you was your homie
ain't no love in this huh
so you gonna love the way these travel around huh
yea, the first to bust a cap
I thought you knew
I'm bodies on the ground cold and blue nigga
you around
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
niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young nigga
2 hours later, here come the fuckin
cause ain't no in this dope game
niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
so you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
you better duck or get motherfuckin cabbage patch
or lose your shoe, or your mama sing the blues
you be the motherfucker on the 10 O'clock news
out the game, I run the game of life
cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get
smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and
and crack, and out to do ??????
and the music don't change
cuase rappers go to or even kill like the dope game
so the deal nigga, how you feel nigga
Infa Red and No Limit
I mean some real
done hooked up, out to some bucks
off the record, on the
P can back it up
E-40 1 Luv
but the same shit every state, every city, every club
and every fucking
there's some nigga, some bitch
a bloody red shirt
or under the fuckin white
shit won't change
cause it'll again fuckin next week
and these aint gots no names
and these niggas in my hood live like John Wayne
you got your gat, we got our
and we can end this shit in rata-tat-tat-tata

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