Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

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

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

Nothing but gangstas, all who I hang with
them thangs with, came 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 K-Town, that's how we put it down
Letting off fifty rounds, that's how our shit
up the ass, sullies and ski masks
9's and bubble masks, gunning at ass

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

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 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

A nigga with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers bitch, even try to fuck with us gangsta's
we some mobstas
You with that bullshit, then pussy I'll pop ya'

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

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

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

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

I got love for my nigga Twist, for aid and assistance
He told me holsters, caught him up in some
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
ride on a stranger, put the hoes life in danger
Started letting off hollows, straight through they car
I'm a G from Chicago, the game weightless where I go

Bustin' pistols with laser
Putting holes in Avarex
Going through your tailored vests
Now it's you or your next

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

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

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