Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

my Ski whats up
my nigga C 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 your undevided
forget the nut, I got the shit to with
let me tell you bout this little fool I
he was swift and fast, 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 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 duck when you hear that
cause bullets got no

your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga
you got name in my mouth
I got to wash it with the
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 nigga to
I ain't gonna fuck and play the silly shit
my have no name
so your partners better scatter
so motherfucker now you I'm from the O
got niggas from the and some niggas that's doing death row
so think again if you think that you can
get caught up in a 187 gangsta scandle
kill at rando, here's my motherfuckin nigga
shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigga
I check my steel 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 slugs from a
you thought was your
ain't no love in town huh
so you gonna love the way these slugs around huh
yea, the first to bust a cap
I thought you knew
I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue
you fuck
I'm puttin your ass in the of pain
keep your partnas out shit
bullet 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 town the Rich
niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young nigga
2 hours later, come the fuckin cops
cause ain't no in this dope game
niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
so when you hear that rata-tat-tat-tat
you better duck or get your motherfuckin patch
or lose your shoe, or your mama sing the blues
you be the next motherfucker on the 10 news
took out the game, I run the of life
cause in the ghetto, out to get stripes
smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and
heroine and crack, and out to do
and the shit don't change
cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the game
so what's the deal nigga, how you feel
Red and No Limit Records
I some real niggas
done hooked up, out to make some
off the record, on the
Master P can it up
E-40 1 Luv
but it's the same shit state, every city, every club
and fucking concert
there's either some nigga, some
a bloody red shirt
or the fuckin white sheet
this won't change
cause happen again fuckin next week
and these bullets gots no names
and these niggas in my hood wanta live John Wayne
you got gat, we got our gats
and we can end this shit in rata-tat-tat-tata

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