Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

my Ski whats up
my nigga C up
my nigga P up
I'm read to shit up
coming from the land 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 floor a front row hoe
partna pull out, get up, I want undevided
forget the nut, I got the to ride with
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 nut was bisexual
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, 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
bullets got no name

cover nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga
you got name in my mouth
I got to it with the millimeter
95 motherfuckers be playing
bodies will be
cuase motherfuckers keep on hating
run up and get the
open his with the full metal jacket
and put that to rest
I gonna fuck around and play the silly shit
my bullets no name
so your better scatter bitch
so motherfucker now you know I'm the O
got niggas from the mobb and some niggas that's doing row
so think if you think that you can handle
get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 scandle
at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga
shoot to kill, cause if you don't, other nigga will
I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's to kill me
Master P warned a nigga so now I the Uzi
wanta do me
but run up and get some slugs a nigga
you was your homie
no love 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 knew
I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and nigga
you fuck
I'm puttin your ass in the house of
keep your partnas out shit
bullet has no name

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about yay short, yay tall
about so big, but had the ball's to all ya'll
I represent, the town called the
where niggas don't give a about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young drop
2 later, here come the fuckin cops
cause ain't no love in this dope
young niggas in my hood losing their life this cocaine
so you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
you better or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch
or lose shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues
you be the motherfucker on the 10 O'clock news
took out the game, I run the of life
in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes
smoke crank, fermalgahide, and dank
and crack, and out to do ??????
and the music don't change
cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope
so what's the nigga, how you feel nigga
Red and No Limit Records
I mean real niggas
done up, out to make some bucks
off the record, on the
P can back it up
E-40 1 Luv
but it's the same shit every state, every city, every
and every fucking
there's either nigga, some bitch
with a bloody red
or under the fuckin white
shit won't change
cause it'll happen again fuckin next
and these bullets aint gots no
and these in my hood wanta live like John Wayne
you got your gat, we got our
and we can end this in some rata-tat-tat-tata

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