Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

my nigga Ski up
my C whats up
my nigga P up
I'm to tear shit up
coming straight the land of the O-A-K
and now listen to Ral, of the bay
no where you at, be it rain or snow
on a motel with a front row hoe
partna pull out, get up, I your undevided
forget the nut, I got the to ride with
let me tell you bout this fool I know
he was and fast, always on the go
was his target, just to let you know
to it blunt, yo this 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, a metal frame
get in his way, you're shot on the
cause he has no

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

cover nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga
you got your name in my
I got to wash it the millimeter
95 motherfuckers be playing
bodies will be
motherfuckers keep on playa hating
run up and get the
open his with the full metal jacket
and put that to rest
I ain't gonna fuck around and play the shit
my have no name
so partners better scatter bitch
so now you know I'm from the O
got from the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row
so think again if you think you can handle
get caught up in a 187 gangsta scandle
kill at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem
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 warned a so now I gots the Uzi
motherfuckers do me
but run up and get some from a nigga
you thought was homie
ain't no love in this huh
so you gonna love the way slugs travel around huh
yea, who's the to bust a cap
I thought you knew
I'm leavin bodies on the ground and blue nigga
you fuck
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, 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 later, here come the fuckin cops
ain't no love in this dope game
young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging cocaine
so when you hear that fuckin
you better or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch
or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the
you be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock
took out the game, I run the of life
in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and
heroine and crack, and out to do
and the music shit don't
cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope
so what's the nigga, how you feel 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 shit every state, city, every club
and every concert
there's either nigga, some bitch
a bloody red shirt
or under the fuckin white
this shit won't
cause it'll again fuckin next week
and these bullets aint no names
and these niggas in my hood wanta live like Wayne
you got your gat, we got our
and we can end this in some rata-tat-tat-tata

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