Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

From K-Town to the Manor, 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 beam dot
at your knot, making your heart stop
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who call it 5-0
Better look out for when they pull kick door

Nothing but gangstas, all who I hang with
Slanging them thangs with, came up in the with
The fucking hood rats, them some broke hoes
Me get a rich and stick her for her dough

The Manor in that K-Town, that's how we put it
Letting off fifty rounds, how our shit 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 flour
Taking no and taking no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in with that

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 gauge pump

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, gauge pump nigga

A nigga with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers bitch, don't try to fuck with us gangsta's
Because we mobstas
You come with that bullshit, then pussy pop ya'

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

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

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

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 pump

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

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

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

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

Now we got your boy tied up, to the 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 with

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 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 pump nigga