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, City to the wild hundreds
The war is on, and all my killers is
Todd Nitty, you got for these hoes
(Click, clock, blast)

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

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

The Manor in K-Town, that's 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

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

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 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

A riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers bitch, don't even try to fuck with us
Because we some
You come with bullshit, then pussy I'll pop ya'

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

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

you thought boy, I'm from that 9th Ward
Where stories are true about them Manor boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga

I got that love for my nigga Twist, for aid and
He me holsters, caught him up in some bullshit
even 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 they car
I'm a G from Chicago, pull the weightless where I go

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

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

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

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 nigga

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