Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit balling bitch but get it twisted
Ain't no hoes here
Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating

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 hoes
(Click, clock, blast)

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

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

The Manor in K-Town, that's how we put it down
off fifty rounds, that's how our shit 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 taking no
Hauling niggas asses off in with that

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

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

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

See it's that nigga Todd
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 heat 'em up like a motherfucking
Left his ass with more holes than a golf

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

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

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

Poppin' a clip in, with one in the
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 where I go

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

Now we got boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up
They gonna 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.
to leave 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 pump nigga

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