Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

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

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

Nothing but gangstas, that's all who I with
Slanging them thangs with, came up in the with
The fucking hood rats, because them some hoes
Me get a rich bitch and stick her for her

The Manor in K-Town, that's how we put it down
Letting off rounds, that's how our shit sound
up the ass, sullies and ski masks
9's and masks, gunning at your ass

Motherfucking street thugs, ballers
and the power, moving that flour
Taking no shorts and no losses
Hauling asses off in coffins with 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 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, twelve pump nigga

A nigga riding with stealers, hustlers, all my life
Legit 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
That be squeezing triggers like bitches
Who is it, the left on nigga
They crept on nigga, that Teflon nigga

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

What you thought boy, I'm from 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

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Six, seven, eight, nine
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, gauge pump 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 trips though, I'm heading in your route
Soon as I 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 letting off hollows, through they car door
I'm a G from Chicago, the game weightless where I go

Bustin' pistols with laser
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, with the 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, gauge pump nigga

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