Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit bitch but don't get it twisted
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
Todd Nitty, you got for these hoes
(Click, clock, blast)

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

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

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

Motherfucking thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving that
Taking no shorts and taking no
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 nigga

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

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

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

What you boy, I'm from that 9th Ward
Where them stories are true about Manor boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and crawling on the
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, nine
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 nigga

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

a clip in, with one in the chamber
Finna' ride on a stranger, put the hoes life in
Started letting off hollows, straight through car door
I'm a G from Chicago, pull the weightless where I go

Bustin' with laser injects
Putting holes in they
Going straight through tailored vests
Now it's you or neighbor next

Now we got your boy tied up, to the hideout we up
gonna show 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.
Time to leave go
Hit 'em with

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, 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 pump