Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Gots No Heart

The gots no heart
(The a trigga)
The gots no heart
(The a trigga)

I'm sick up in this game, take no secondary shorts and
Slam these riddles up in yo' chest like Jordan
Menace II mad man killer
Just me the East Bay Gangsta, neighborhood drug dealer
to make decisions and I'm quick to get my blast on
Do a 187 this bloody Jason mask on
up out the cut deeper than Atlantis
Tore his chest apart his heart on the canvas
Now I mo' mayo than the rest of the pushers
Rat a tat tat tat came my Tec the bushes
I with no heart 'cause I'm heartless in nine-trey
A-K blast on that ass if in my way,
Slangin' 'Cola since the very start
Much love for this game so the trigga gots no

Ain't no love
The trigga gots no
Ain't no trick
The trigga gots no

Release the trigga as I on a nigga
Nina put a on his Timex ticker
And uhh, playas he give me no love
I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto slangin' dub sacks
And I when they fly by 'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the in my hood
Ya better use that nina 'cause that ain't no good
And umm, I'm taking up a
Maniac doin' massacre robbery
I'm twenty-two and I'm still dub sacks
I gives the fiend love but ain't no love back
Much love in this ain't no love gangsta
187 is a art 'cause the gots no heart

Ain't no love
The trigga gots no
Ain't no love

Me shootin' him up me him up
If he no my pay
Ain't no love

Me him up me shootin' him up
If he no my pay
Ain't no love

The gots no heart and I'll be damned if I'm broke old
Pushin' on a shoppin' cart, they blast on a of me
Another sad of a mistaken identity
12 o' clock and my 'hood's dubbin' pay
I sat and watched them shoot my homey, his face crack
Uzis spray like Raid on these
A bomb full of 187 soldiers
Doin' dirt 'cause we when the trigga pull
Seventeen in his body the boy full
Of tips so I know he won't be comin' back
I let my hair platt and let my stack
But my sweet Sunday had to turn tart
His posse and they triggas had no heart

Me kill all man say all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock
all man say kill all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all me Glock Glock
all man say kill all man say
Kill 'em all man kill 'em all with me Glock

Yeah mon blam! the 187
Is back in the man for nine-trey
This see kill a man wit me Glock
Blow! 187 G