Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Gots No Heart

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

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

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

Release the trigga as I blast on a
Nina put a cease on his ticker
And uhh, he can't give me no love
'Cause I'm on the corna in the ghetto slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when fly by 'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel the gangstas in my hood
Ya better use that nina 'cause deuce-deuce ain't no good
And umm, I'm up a hobby
Maniac doin' massacre robbery
I'm twenty-two and I'm slangin' dub sacks
I gives the some 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 gots no heart
Ain't no trick

Me him up me shootin' him up
If he no my pay
no love trick

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

The trigga gots no heart and I'll be damned if I'm old
Pushin' on a cart, they blast on a friend of me
Another sad of a mistaken identity
12 o' and my 'hood's dubbin' pay back
I sat and watched shoot my homey, seen his face crack
spray like Raid on these cockroaches
A bomb full of 187 soldiers
Doin' dirt 'cause we dirty when the pull
Seventeen in his left 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 came and they triggas had no heart

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

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