Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit bitch but don't get it twisted
Ain't no over here
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 stop
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 hang
Slanging them thangs with, up in the game with
The fucking hood rats, because them broke hoes
Me get a rich bitch and her for her dough

The Manor in 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, gunning at ass

street thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving flour
Taking no shorts and no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in coffins 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, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump

A riding with stealers, hustlers, killers 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 that nigga Nitty
That be squeezing triggers bitches titties
Who is it, the most left on
They crept on nigga, with Teflon nigga

And it went blow blow, body bag that
Sent his ass to the morgue with the rest of snitches
I heat 'em up like a 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 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, 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, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump

I got that for my nigga 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 puttin' 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, pull the game weightless I go

pistols with laser injects
Putting holes in they
Going straight through your vests
Now it's you or your next

Now we got your boy up, to the hideout we ride up
They gonna show us the stash-pot, with the little handles 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 with

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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga