Luyện nghe bài hát Stray Bullet

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

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

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

'Cause for some little girl, she'll never see more six years of life
Trifling, when she fell from the
But umm wait, my course over
Fled out of the other side of her head towards a red Range

Then I ricochet past a brother's ass, oh damn
What that nigga say, "Aw fuck it", 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 over the

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

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

I'm mad again, brother, mother will be sad again
But, whose skies will turn gray
the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray bullet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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