Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

From 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
Aiming at your knot, making heart stop
out, "Fuck tha po", who some call it 5-0
Better look out for when they pull that kick

but gangstas, that's all who I hang with
Slanging them thangs with, up in the game with
The fucking hood rats, because them some broke
Me get a rich and stick her for her dough

The Manor in that K-Town, how we put it down
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
Money and the power, moving that
Taking no and taking no losses
niggas asses off in coffins with that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 gauge pump

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

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

pistols with laser injects
Putting holes in they
Going straight through tailored vests
Now you or your neighbor next

Now we got your boy tied up, to the we ride up
They gonna show us the stash-pot, with the little handles up
Took the and lello, and that's how the day goes

Get the bankroll, gotta hoes, and I got the 44.
to leave finna' go
Hit 'em 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga