Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

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

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

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

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

Motherfucking street thugs, ballers
Money and the power, that flour
Taking no shorts and taking no
niggas asses off in coffins with that

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

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

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

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

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

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, gauge 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, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga

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

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

Bustin' pistols with injects
Putting holes in Avarex
Going straight your tailored vests
Now it's you or your neighbor

Now we got your boy tied up, to the we ride up
gonna show us the stash-pot, with the little handles side up
Took the money and lello, and how the day goes

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