Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

my Ski whats up
my C whats up
my P whats up
I'm read to shit up
coming straight from the of the O-A-K
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 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, more or less
always headed for your head, to the vest
he was hollow at the tip, with a metal
get in his way, you're on the spot
cause he has no

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

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

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about yay short, yay tall
about so big, but had the ball's to all ya'll
I represent, the called the Rich
where niggas don't a fuck about you or your bitch
pop, a young nigga drop
2 hours later, here come the fuckin
cause ain't no love in dope game
young in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
so when you hear fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
you better duck or get your cabbage patch
or lose shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues
you be the next motherfucker on the 10 news
took out the game, I run the game of
cause in the ghetto, out to get stripes
smoke crank, fermalgahide, and dank
and crack, and out to do ??????
and the music don't change
cuase rappers go to jail or kill like the dope game
so what's the nigga, how you feel nigga
Infa Red and No Records
I mean some niggas
done hooked up, out to 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 fucking
there's some nigga, some bitch
a bloody red shirt
or under the fuckin white
this shit change
cause it'll again fuckin next week
and these bullets gots no names
and these niggas in my hood wanta live like John
you got gat, we got our gats
and we can end this in some rata-tat-tat-tata

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