Luyện nghe bài hát Stray Bullet

Let the trigger finger put the to the mechanism
Which a response, for the automatic
Clip to release projectiles in file
Forcing me to ignite then travel through the

Headed for the light at the end of a
no specific target in sight
Slow the flow like H2O
Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a

No for the course I take
When you it, the result's a stray bullet
Niggaz who hit the ground runnin' and stay down
Except for the kids who on the playground

for some little girl, she'll never see more than six years of life
Trifling, when she fell the seesaw
But umm wait, my course isn't
out of the other side of her head towards a red Range Rover

Then I ricochet fast past a brother's ass, oh
What that nigga say, "Aw it", next target's Margaret's face
And I struck it, now a flood of blood in circumference to her face
And an abundance of brains all the street

Shame, how we had to meet, dashin',
Greet by fuckin' family, they follow behind me in a fashion
Bashin' through flesh, I'm wild crashin' the doors
Of projects hallways to deflect off of the

I'm coming for you, little girl, inside, I shatter your world
Swirl, no more dreams no hopes I spray
You pray, to the Pope or the Vatican
Before I go again

I'm mad again, brother, somebody's mother be sad again
But, whose blue skies will turn
From the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray

Nobody seen shit, nobody it
Nobody seen shit, nobody it
Nobody seen shit, heard it
Nobody shit, nobody heard it

Gun balls of fire, I'm traveling at speeds
To proceed to penetrate flesh, hitting the
After splitting the of a Queens fiend
Age of pagers shredded to pieces from the 9

And it's hollow tips, it releases the polices in back of the
Blood as I shift across your chest
Arrest, rupture, I up ya, slasher
Shall I bust ya liver, faster, pours

Now it's up to the master, boom, as I open the doors
me for spraying the operating room
The body still consumes me, doc had to me
Mmm Lord, why do use me?

I'm takin' individual for keeps
So peep the cops, in the ghetto bustin' for props
And when I hit, shit, soon you
Cops tried to explain to his pops what I

I flip up the tipper and I'm not the one
And as a I'm the surprising one
Prince Po, I flow the ripper, way
You never, know how I'm coming

Metamorphasizing, rising in
into a bullet, pull it, now I'm making moves
With no sympathizing, uh, so take a hit nigga,
Onto the scenario, I'm at a with O

A lot of honies parlay and the DJ's playin' the Pudge flow
Five come up in the club for a rub
Yo, O it, oh shit, O duck
(Oh shit! Oh shit!)

Another hit, struck, here comes Mr. Stray Bullet
Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the of the ripped
In your chest, then I flip, nip your liver, blood flowin' like a
Money starts to shiver then I give a of burns

Bruises fake shoes is renaissance
No your moms is out cold
Figure I'm bigger takin' heart nigga at twenty years old
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