Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

K-Town to the Manor, Holy City 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 beam dot
at your knot, making your heart stop
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who call it 5-0
Better look out for when they that kick door

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

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

street thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving that
no shorts and taking no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in with that

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, twelve 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, gauge pump nigga

A riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers bitch, don't even try to fuck with us
we some mobstas
You come with that bullshit, pussy I'll pop ya'

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

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

you thought boy, I'm from that 9th Ward
Where them are true about them 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, gauge pump 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, gauge pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, gauge 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 in your route
Soon as I up, we puttin' they lights out

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

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

Now we got boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up
They gonna 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge 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, twelve pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, gauge pump nigga