Luyện nghe bài hát Stray Bullet

Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the
Which gives a response, for the
Clip to release projectiles in single
Forcing me to ignite travel through the barrel

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm mad again, brother, somebody's 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
seen shit, nobody heard it
Nobody shit, nobody heard it

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

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

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

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

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, ever 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
niggaz come up in the club for a rub
Yo, O it, oh shit, O duck
(Oh shit! Oh shit!)

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

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