Luyện nghe bài hát Trigga Gots No Heart

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

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

the trigga as I blast on a nigga
Nina put a cease on his Timex
And uhh, he can't give me no love
'Cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by 'cause Killa is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the in my hood
Ya better use that nina that deuce-deuce ain't no good
And umm, I'm up a hobby
Maniac murderin' doin' robbery
I'm and I'm still slangin' dub sacks
I the fiend some love but ain't no love back
Much love in this game ain't no gangsta
187 is a art the trigga gots no heart

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

The trigga gots no heart and be damned if I'm broke old
on a shoppin' cart, they blast on a friend of me
Another sad case of a identity
12 o' clock and my dubbin' pay back
I sat and watched them shoot my homey, his face crack
Uzis spray like on these cockroaches
A dropped bomb full of 187
dirt 'cause we dirty when the trigga pull
Seventeen in his body the boy full
Of hollow so I know he won't be comin' back
I let my hair and let my mail 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

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