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 been hit by the
you know it was ment for punk ass

my Ski whats up
my C whats up
my nigga P up
I'm read to tear up
coming from 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 motel with a front row hoe
partna pull out, get up, I want your
forget the nut, I got the shit to ride
let me you bout this little fool I know
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 peace, nothin more or less
always headed for your head, to avoid the
he was hollow at the tip, with a frame
get in his way, shot on the spot
cause he has no

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

cover your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up
you got your name in my
I got to wash it the millimeter
95 won't be playing
bodies be laying
cuase motherfuckers on playa hating
run up and get the
open his chest with the metal jacket
and put nigga to rest
I ain't gonna fuck and play the silly shit
my bullets no name
so partners better 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 187 gangsta scandle
kill at rando, here's my anthem nigga
to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigga will
I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's 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 your
ain't no love in 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 fuck
I'm your ass in the house of pain
keep your out this shit
this has no name

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about yay short, yay tall
about so big, but had the to kill all ya'll
I represent, the town called the
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 slanging this
so when you hear fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
you better duck or get motherfuckin cabbage patch
or lose shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues
you be the next on the 10 O'clock news
took out the game, I run the of life
in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and
and crack, and out to do ??????
and the shit don't change
rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope game
so the deal nigga, how you feel nigga
Infa Red and No Limit
I some real niggas
done hooked up, out to make some
off the record, on the
P can back it up
E-40 1 Luv
but it's the same shit every state, every city, club
and fucking concert
there's either some nigga, bitch
with a bloody red
or the fuckin white sheet
this won't change
cause it'll happen again fuckin week
and these aint gots no names
and these in my hood wanta live like John Wayne
you got gat, we got our gats
and we can end this shit in some

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