Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

my Ski whats 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 matter where you at, be it rain or
on a floor with a front row hoe
partna pull out, get up, I your undevided
the nut, I got the shit to ride with
let me tell you bout this little 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 peace, nothin more or less
always headed for head, to avoid the vest
he was hollow at the tip, a metal frame
get in his way, shot on the spot
he has no name

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hollow in ya, bang!
so duck when you hear rat-tat-tat
cause 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
will be laying
cuase motherfuckers keep on hating
run up and get the
open his with the full metal jacket
and put nigga to rest
I ain't gonna fuck and play the silly shit
my have no name
so your better scatter bitch
so motherfucker now you I'm from the O
got niggas the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row
so think again if you think you can handle
get up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta scandle
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
P warned 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 in this town huh
so you gonna 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 cold and blue 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
about so big, but had the to kill all ya'll
I represent, the called the Rich
where niggas give a fuck about you or your bitch
pop, a young nigga drop
2 hours later, here the fuckin cops
cause ain't no in this dope game
young niggas in my hood their life slanging this cocaine
so when you hear that 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 next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock
out the game, I run the game of life
cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get
smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and
heroine and crack, and out to do
and the music shit change
cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the game
so what's the nigga, how you feel nigga
Infa Red and No Records
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 fucking
there's either nigga, some bitch
with a bloody red
or the fuckin white sheet
this won't change
cause happen again fuckin next week
and these bullets aint gots no
and these niggas in my hood wanta live John Wayne
you got your gat, we got our
and we can end this in some rata-tat-tat-tata

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