Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

we got a bag full of in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm
when you hit by the bitch
you know it was ment for your ass

my Ski whats up
my C whats up
my P whats up
I'm read to shit up
coming straight from the land of the
and now listen to Ral, of the bay
no matter where you at, be it or snow
on a motel floor with a row hoe
partna pull out, get up, I want your
forget the nut, I got the shit to ride
let me tell you bout this little fool I
he was and fast, always on the go
anybody was his target, to let you know
to it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual
he was all about peace, nothin more or
always headed for your head, to the vest
he was hollow at the tip, a metal frame
get in his way, you're on the spot
cause he has no

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hollow in ya, bang!
so duck when you that rat-tat-tat
cause got no name

your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga
you got name in my mouth
I got to wash it with the
95 won't be playing
bodies be laying
motherfuckers keep on playa hating
run up and get the
his chest with the full metal jacket
and put nigga to rest
I ain't gonna fuck and play the silly shit
my bullets have no
so partners better scatter bitch
so motherfucker now you know I'm the O
got niggas from the mobb and niggas that's doing death row
so think again if you think that you can
get caught up in a 187 gangsta scandle
kill at rando, here's my motherfuckin nigga
shoot to kill, cause if you don't, other nigga will
I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's to kill me
P warned a nigga so now I gots the Uzi
motherfuckers do me
but run up and get some from a nigga
you thought was your
ain't no in this town huh
so you gonna the way these slugs travel around huh
yea, the first to bust a cap
I you knew nigga
I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue
you around
I'm puttin ass in the house of pain
keep your out this shit
this bullet has no

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about yay short, yay tall
about so big, but had the ball's to all ya'll
I represent, the called the Rich
where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your
HK's pop, a nigga drop
2 hours later, here the fuckin cops
cause ain't no love in this game
young niggas in my hood losing life slanging this cocaine
so you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
you better duck or get your cabbage patch
or lose your shoe, or watch mama sing the blues
you be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock
took out the game, I run the of life
cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get
that crank, fermalgahide, and dank
heroine and crack, and out to do
and the shit don't change
cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope
so the deal nigga, how you feel nigga
Red and No Limit Records
I mean some niggas
hooked up, out to make some bucks
off the record, on the
P can back it up
E-40 1 Luv
but it's the same shit every state, every city, every
and every concert
there's either some nigga, some
with a bloody red
or under the fuckin white
shit won't change
cause it'll happen fuckin next week
and bullets aint gots no names
and these niggas in my hood wanta live like John
you got your gat, we got our
and we can end this shit in rata-tat-tat-tata

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