Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

my Ski whats up
my nigga C up
my nigga P up
I'm read to shit up
coming straight from the land of the
and now listen to Ral, 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
forget the nut, I got the to ride with
let me you bout this little fool I know
he was and fast, always on the go
anybody was his target, to let you know
to it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual
he was all about peace, nothin 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
cause he has no

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

cover your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up
you got name in my mouth
I got to wash it the millimeter
95 motherfuckers be playing
bodies will be
cuase motherfuckers keep on playa
run up and get the
open his chest with the full jacket
and put that to rest
I ain't gonna fuck around and play the silly
my bullets have no
so partners better scatter bitch
so now you know I'm from the O
got niggas from the mobb and some that's doing death row
so think again if you think you can handle
get up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta scandle
at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga
shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigga
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 from a nigga
you thought was your
ain't no in this town huh
so you love 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 ass in the house of pain
keep partnas out this shit
this bullet has no

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about yay short, yay tall
so big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the called the Rich
where niggas don't give a fuck about you or bitch
HK's pop, a nigga drop
2 hours later, here the fuckin cops
cause ain't no in this dope game
young niggas in my hood losing their life this cocaine
so when you hear that fuckin
you better duck or get your cabbage patch
or lose your shoe, or watch your mama the blues
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
and crack, and out to do ??????
and the music shit change
cuase rappers go to jail or even kill the dope game
so the deal nigga, how you feel nigga
Infa Red and No Limit
I some real niggas
done up, out to make some bucks
off the record, on the
Master P can it up
E-40 1 Luv
but it's the same shit every state, city, every club
and every concert
there's either nigga, some bitch
a bloody red shirt
or under the fuckin sheet
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 John
you got gat, we got our gats
and we can end this shit in rata-tat-tat-tata

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