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

Nothing but gangstas, that's all who I hang
them thangs with, came up in the game with
The fucking rats, because them some broke hoes
Me get a bitch 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 shit
Artillery up the ass, and ski masks
9's and masks, gunning at your ass

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

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, twelve gauge pump

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

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

And it went blow blow, body bag that
Sent his ass to the morgue 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 that 9th
Where them stories are true about them boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and on the ground
Like he's a nigga now

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, gauge 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

I got that love for my Twist, for aid and assistance
He me holsters, caught him up in some bullshit
Don't even though, I'm heading in your 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 life in
Started off hollows, straight through they car door
I'm a G from Chicago, the game weightless where I go

Bustin' pistols laser injects
Putting holes in they
Going straight your tailored vests
Now it's you or your next

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

Get the bankroll, gotta hoes, and I got the 44.
Time to leave go
Hit 'em that

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

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