Luyện nghe bài hát Stray Bullet

Let the finger put the pressure 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
the flow like H2O water
Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a

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

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

Then I ricochet fast past a ass, oh damn
that nigga say, "Aw fuck 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 orderly
Bashin' through flesh, I'm wild crashin' through the
Of projects to deflect off of the tile

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

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

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

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

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

Now it's up to the master, boom, as I open the doors
Thank me for the operating room
The still 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 ghetto shots for props
And when I hit, shit, 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 I'm the surprising one
Po, I flow the ripper, either way
You never, ever know how I'm

Metamorphasizing, in turbulence
Condensed a bullet, pull it, now I'm making moves
no sympathizing, uh, so take a hit nigga, sprint
Onto the scenario, I'm at a party 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, another struck, comes Mr. Stray Bullet
Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the of the ripped
In chest, then I flip, nip your liver, blood flowin' like a river
Money starts to shiver 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
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