Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the wild hundreds
The war is on, and all my killers is
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 stop
out, "Fuck tha po", who some call it 5-0
Better look out for when they that kick door

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

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

Motherfucking thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving flour
Taking no and taking no losses
Hauling asses off in coffins with that

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

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

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

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

What you thought boy, I'm from 9th Ward
Where them stories are true about Manor boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and on the ground
Like a dead nigga now

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

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

a clip in, with one in the chamber
Finna' on a stranger, put the hoes life in danger
Started letting off hollows, straight through they car
I'm a G from Chicago, pull the weightless where I go

pistols with laser injects
Putting holes in they
Going straight through tailored vests
Now it's you or neighbor next

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

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

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 pump nigga

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