Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

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

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

The in that K-Town, that's how we put it down
off fifty rounds, that's how our shit sound
Artillery up the ass, sullies and ski
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 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, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump

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 pump

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

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

And it went blow blow, body bag that
Sent his ass to the with the rest of them snitches
I 'em up like a motherfucking Newport
Left his ass with 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 on the ground
Like he's a nigga now

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 gauge 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

I got that love for my Twist, for aid and assistance
He me holsters, caught him up in some bullshit
even trips though, I'm heading in your route
Soon as I up, we puttin' they lights out

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

pistols with laser injects
Putting holes in they
Going straight through your tailored
Now it's you or 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, 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, 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga