Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit balling bitch but get it twisted
Ain't no hoes here
Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating

From K-Town to the Manor, Holy to the wild hundreds
The war is on, and all my is riding
Nitty, what you got for these hoes
(Click, clock, blast)

I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared dot
Aiming at your knot, making your heart
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who call it 5-0
Better look out for when they that kick door

Nothing but gangstas, all who I hang with
them thangs with, came up in the game with
The hood rats, because them some broke hoes
Me get a rich bitch and her for her dough

The Manor in that K-Town, that's how we put it
Letting off rounds, that's how our shit sound
Artillery up the ass, sullies and ski
9's and bubble masks, at your ass

Motherfucking street thugs, legit
and the power, moving that flour
Taking no and taking no losses
Hauling niggas off in coffins with that

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga

A nigga riding with stealers, hustlers, all my life
Legit Ballers bitch, don't try to fuck with us gangsta's
Because we mobstas
You come with that bullshit, then pussy pop ya'

See it's that nigga Todd
That be squeezing triggers like titties
Who is it, the most on nigga
They crept on nigga, that Teflon nigga

And it went blow blow, body bag bitch
Sent his ass to the morgue with the of them snitches
I 'em up like a motherfucking Newport
Left his ass more holes than a golf course

What you boy, I'm from that 9th Ward
Where them stories are about them Manor boys
How we leaving 'em, and crawling on the ground
Like he's a nigga now

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga

I got that love for my nigga Twist, for aid and
He told me holsters, him up in some bullshit
Don't even trips though, I'm in your route
as I roll up, we puttin' they lights out

Poppin' a clip in, with one in the
Finna' ride on a stranger, put the hoes life in
Started off hollows, straight through they car door
I'm a G Chicago, pull the game weightless where I go

Bustin' pistols laser injects
Putting holes in they
Going through your tailored vests
Now it's you or your next

Now we got boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up
They gonna show us the stash-pot, with the handles side up
Took the money and lello, and that's how the day

Get the bankroll, gank hoes, and I got the 44.
to leave finna' go
Hit 'em that

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, gauge pump nigga

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga