Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

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

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

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

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

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, gauge 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, twelve gauge nigga

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

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

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

What you thought boy, I'm from 9th Ward
Where them stories are about them Manor boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and crawling on the
Like he's a nigga 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, 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 gauge pump

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

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

Bustin' pistols with injects
Putting holes in Avarex
Going straight through your vests
Now you or your neighbor next

Now we got your boy 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 that's how the day

Get the bankroll, gank hoes, and I got the 44.
Time to 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, gauge 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