Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets Got No Name

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

my nigga Ski up
my nigga C up
my nigga P up
I'm read to tear up
coming straight from the of the O-A-K
and now listen to Ral, of the bay
no matter you at, be it rain or snow
on a motel with a front row hoe
pull out, get up, I want your undevided
forget the nut, I got the shit to with
let me you bout this little fool I know
he was swift and fast, on the go
anybody was his target, just to let you
to it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual
he was all about peace, nothin more or
headed for your head, to avoid the vest
he was at the tip, with a metal frame
get in his way, you're shot on the
he has no name

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hollow in ya, bang!
so duck when you hear that
cause bullets got no

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

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about yay short, yay tall
so big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the called the Rich
where niggas don't a fuck about you or your bitch
pop, a young nigga drop
2 hours later, come the fuckin cops
cause ain't no love in this game
young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this
so when you hear fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat
you better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage
or lose your shoe, or watch your sing the blues
you be the next motherfucker on the 10 news
took out the game, I run the game of
cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get
smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and
heroine and crack, and out to do
and the shit don't change
cuase go to jail or even kill like the dope game
so the deal nigga, how you feel nigga
Red and No Limit Records
I mean real 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 fucking concert
there's some nigga, some bitch
a bloody red shirt
or the fuckin white sheet
this shit change
cause it'll again fuckin next week
and these bullets gots no names
and these niggas in my hood wanta like John Wayne
you got gat, we got our gats
and we can end shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata

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