Luyện nghe bài hát Stray Bullet

Let the trigger put the pressure to the mechanism
Which a response, for the automatic
Clip to projectiles in single file
Forcing me to then travel through the barrel

Headed for the light at the end of a
With no specific in sight
the flow like H2O water
Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a

No remorse for the I take
When you pull it, the a stray bullet
who knew hit the ground runnin' and stay down
Except for the kids who played on the

'Cause for some little girl, 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 a brother's 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',
by fuckin' family, they follow behind me in a orderly fashion
Bashin' through flesh, I'm wild crashin' through the
Of projects hallways to off of the tile

I'm coming for you, little girl, inside, I shatter your world
Swirl, no more dreams no 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 blue skies will turn
the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray bullet

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

Gun balls of fire, I'm at higher speeds
To proceed to penetrate flesh, the splint
splitting the chest 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 across your chest
Arrest, rupture, I mess up ya,
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 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 I hit, shit, soon you forgets-me-not
Cops to explain 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, know how I'm coming

Metamorphasizing, rising in
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 parlay and the DJ's 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, another struck, comes Mr. Stray Bullet
Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the of the ripped
In your chest, then I flip, nip your liver, blood flowin' like a
Money to shiver then I give a delivery of burns

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