Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

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

I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared dot
Aiming at your knot, your heart stop
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who some it 5-0
Better look out for when they 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 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, and ski masks
9's and bubble masks, gunning at ass

Motherfucking street thugs, ballers
and the power, moving that flour
Taking no and taking no losses
Hauling asses off in coffins with that

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

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

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

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

What you thought boy, I'm from 9th Ward
Where stories are true about them Manor boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and crawling on the
Like he's a dead 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, 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga

I got that for my nigga 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 up, we puttin' they lights out

Poppin' a clip in, one in the chamber
Finna' ride on a stranger, put the life in danger
Started letting off hollows, straight they car door
I'm a G from Chicago, pull the game weightless I go

Bustin' pistols with injects
holes in they Avarex
Going straight through your tailored
Now it's you or neighbor next

Now we got boy tied up, to the hideout we ride 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, gank hoes, and I got the 44.
Time to leave go
Hit 'em that

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