Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

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

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

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

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

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, milli-meter
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 with us gangsta's
Because we mobstas
You come with that bullshit, pussy I'll pop ya'

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

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

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

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

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

I got love for my nigga Twist, for aid and assistance
He told me holsters, 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' ride on a stranger, put the life in danger
letting off hollows, straight through they car door
I'm a G from Chicago, pull the game weightless I go

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

Now we got boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up
gonna show 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 leave go
Hit 'em 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 gauge nigga

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 nigga