Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

my Ski whats up
my nigga C up
my P whats up
I'm read to shit up
straight from 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 want your
forget the nut, I got the shit to ride
let me tell you bout this little fool I
he was swift and fast, on the go
anybody was his target, to let you know
to it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual
he was all about peace, nothin more or
always headed for your head, to the vest
he was hollow at the tip, with a frame
get in his way, you're shot on the
he has no name

4x
hollow in ya, bang!
so duck when you hear rat-tat-tat
cause bullets got no

cover your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up
you got your in my mouth
I got to it with the millimeter
95 motherfuckers won't be
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 gonna fuck around and play the silly shit
my have no name
so your partners better bitch
so motherfucker now you know I'm the O
got niggas from the mobb and niggas that's doing death row
so again if you think that you can handle
get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 scandle
kill at rando, my motherfuckin anthem nigga
shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other will
I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to me
P warned a nigga so now I gots the Uzi
motherfuckers do me
but run up and get some slugs from a
you thought was homie
ain't no in this town huh
so you gonna love the way slugs travel around huh
yea, who's the to bust a cap
I you knew nigga
I'm leavin on the ground cold and blue nigga
you fuck
I'm puttin your ass in the of pain
keep partnas out this shit
this bullet has no

4x

about yay short, about yay
so big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the called the Rich
where don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young nigga
2 hours later, come the fuckin cops
ain't no love in this dope game
young niggas in my hood losing their life this cocaine
so when you hear that fuckin
you duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch
or your 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 game of
in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
smoke crank, fermalgahide, and dank
heroine and crack, and out to do
and the music don't change
cuase rappers go to or even kill like the dope game
so what's the nigga, how you feel nigga
Red and No Limit Records
I some real niggas
done hooked up, out to make bucks
off the record, on the
Master P can it up
said 1 Luv
but it's the same shit state, every city, every club
and fucking concert
there's either nigga, some bitch
with a red shirt
or under the fuckin sheet
shit won't change
cause it'll happen fuckin next week
and bullets 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 shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata

5x