Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit bitch but don't get it twisted
Ain't no over here
Yeah, we got guns nigga, at all you hating bitches

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

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

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

Motherfucking street thugs, legit
Money and the power, that flour
no shorts and taking no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with

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 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump

A riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers bitch, don't even try to with us gangsta's
Because we mobstas
You come with bullshit, then pussy I'll 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 blow blow, body bag that bitch
Sent his ass to the morgue with the rest of them
I 'em up like a motherfucking Newport
Left his ass with more holes a golf course

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

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

I got that love for my Twist, for aid and assistance
He told me holsters, caught him up in bullshit
Don't even trips though, I'm in your route
as I roll 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, through they car door
I'm a G Chicago, pull the game weightless where I go

Bustin' pistols with laser
Putting holes in Avarex
Going through your tailored vests
Now it's you or neighbor next

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

Get the bankroll, gank hoes, and I got the 44.
Time to leave 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, nine
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 pump nigga