Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit balling bitch but get it twisted
no hoes over 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 that 9 double M glock, with the infrared dot
Aiming at your knot, making your heart
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 game
The fucking hood rats, because them broke hoes
Me get a rich bitch and stick her for her

The in that 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 bubble masks, at your ass

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

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A nigga riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my
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 nigga Todd Nitty
be squeezing triggers like bitches titties
Who is it, the most on nigga
They crept on nigga, with Teflon nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump
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Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
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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