Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the wild hundreds
The war is on, and all my killers is
Nitty, what you got for these hoes
(Click, clock, blast)

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

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

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

Motherfucking street thugs, legit
and the power, moving that flour
Taking no shorts and no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in 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 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

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

See it's nigga Todd Nitty
be squeezing 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 'em up like a motherfucking Newport
Left his ass with more than a golf course

What you thought boy, I'm from that 9th
Where them stories are true them Manor boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and on the ground
Like a dead 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, 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, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump

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

Poppin' a clip in, with one in the
Finna' ride on a stranger, put the hoes 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
straight through your tailored vests
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 side up
Took the and lello, and that's how the day goes

Get the bankroll, gotta hoes, and I got the 44.
Time to finna' go
Hit 'em with

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 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