Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit balling but don't get it twisted
Ain't no hoes over
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 is riding
Todd Nitty, what you got for these
(Click, clock, blast)

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

but gangstas, that's all who I hang with
Slanging them with, came up in the game with
The fucking hood rats, because them broke hoes
Me get a bitch and stick her for her dough

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

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

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 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, twelve gauge nigga

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

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

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

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

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

I got love for my nigga Twist, for aid and assistance
He told me holsters, caught him up in some
even trips though, I'm heading in your route
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 life in
Started letting off hollows, through they car door
I'm a G Chicago, pull the game weightless where I go

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

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

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