Luyện nghe bài hát Bullseye

Way-yu, way-yu,
Way-yu, way-yu,
Just that bam, bam

You was out there a bullseye
On your chest, tryin' to catch
She was out with a bullseye
On her chest, to catch lead

MTV puttin' on the screen
Children dance to a song murder is the theme
Responsibility! to blame?
blame the labels or the artists
Heavens, no, no no

It started in California, so you be a thug?
You got gun in your hands
And you're it real
But Wayne belongs in the movies
Where bullets real

Way-yu, way-yu,
Way-yu, way-yu,
Just like bam

You was out with a bullseye
On your chest tryin' to lead
She was out there with a
On her chest to catch lead

I don't what I've been told
Violence turns an album gold
500,000 sold! Jay-Z wasn't talkin' you
Singin' you, you got it all mixed up

The are overreacting, so you wanna be a thug?
You got your gun in your
And keepin' it real
But John Wayne belongs in the
bullets aren't real

Suburban children, don't you you can?
Don't you you can die?
You ain't from the ghetto, my
Don't you you can? Don't you know?

You're so stupid, careless, delusional, dangerous
so stupid, careless, delusional, dangerous child

I pull the trigga, I pull the trigga, trigga,
B- bang bang, I pull the
B- bang bang, I the trigga

I won't cry when you die, I cry
You're so stupid, careless, delusional,

Way-yu,
Just that bam, just like that bam

You was out with a bullseye on your
Chest chest, catch
You was out there a bullseye on your
chest, catch lead