Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

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

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

Nothing but gangstas, that's all who I hang
Slanging thangs with, came up in the game with
The hood 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 sound
Artillery up the ass, and ski masks
9's and masks, gunning at your ass

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

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
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, even try to fuck with us gangsta's
we some mobstas
You come that bullshit, then pussy I'll pop ya'

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

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

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

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump
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, 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 told me holsters, caught him up in some
Don't trips though, I'm heading in your route
Soon as I roll up, we they lights out

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

Bustin' pistols with laser
holes in they Avarex
Going through your tailored vests
Now you or your neighbor next

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

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