Luyện nghe bài hát Stray Bullet

Let the finger put the pressure to the mechanism
gives a response, for the automatic
Clip to release projectiles in single
Forcing me to ignite then travel the barrel

Headed for the at the end of a tunnel
With no specific target in
Slow the flow like H2O
Visualize, the of a homicide, a slaughter

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

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

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

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

I'm coming for you, little girl, once inside, I shatter world
Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when I
You pray, to the Pope or the Vatican
Before I go rat-tat-a-tat

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

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

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

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

Now it's up to the master, boom, as I crash the doors
Thank me for spraying the operating
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 I hit, shit, soon you forgets-me-not
tried to explain to his pops what I done

I up the hollow tipper and I'm not the one
And as a human I'm the one
Po, I flow the ripper, either way
You never, ever know how I'm

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

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

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

fake shoes is your renaissance
No response your moms is out
Figure I'm bigger takin' your nigga at twenty years old
Stray