Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

K-Town 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, with the beam dot
Aiming at your knot, making your heart
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who some it 5-0
Better out for when they pull that kick door

Nothing but gangstas, that's all who I hang
Slanging them thangs with, came up in the with
The fucking hood rats, because them some broke
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you thought boy, I'm that 9th Ward
Where them stories are true about them Manor
How we 'em, bleedin' and crawling on the ground
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, twelve 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
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' on a stranger, put the hoes life in danger
Started letting off hollows, straight through they car
I'm a G from Chicago, pull the game weightless I go

pistols with laser injects
Putting in they Avarex
straight through your tailored vests
Now it's you or your 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 and lello, and that's how the day goes

Get the bankroll, gotta hoes, and I got the 44.
to leave finna' 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga