Luyện nghe bài hát Stray Bullet

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

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

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

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

Then I ricochet fast past a ass, oh damn
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 over the

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

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

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

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

And it's hollow tips, it releases the in back of the ambulance
loss as I shift 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 open 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 Hobbes
So peep the cops, in the bustin' shots for props
And when I hit, shit, you forgets-me-not
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 the ripper, either 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 party O

A lot of honies parlay and the playin' the Fudge Pudge flow
niggaz 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 screams of the
In your chest, then I flip, nip your liver, blood like a river
Money starts to shiver then I give a delivery of

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