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

From K-Town to the Manor, Holy 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 9 double M glock, with the infrared beam dot
Aiming at your knot, making heart stop
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who call it 5-0
look out for when they pull that kick door

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

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

Motherfucking street thugs, ballers
Money and the power, that flour
no shorts and taking no losses
Hauling niggas off in coffins with that

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, twelve gauge 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, gauge pump nigga

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

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

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

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

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 gauge pump

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 nigga

I got that love for my Twist, for aid and assistance
He told me holsters, him up in some bullshit
Don't even 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' ride on a stranger, put the hoes life in
Started letting off hollows, through they car door
I'm a G from Chicago, pull the weightless where I go

Bustin' pistols with laser
Putting in they Avarex
straight through your tailored vests
Now it's you or neighbor next

Now we got boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up
They gonna show us the stash-pot, 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, gauge 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 pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga