Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, balling bitch 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 to the wild hundreds
The war is on, and all my is riding
Todd Nitty, you got for these hoes
(Click, clock, blast)

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

but gangstas, that's all who I hang with
Slanging thangs with, came up in the game with
The fucking rats, because them some broke hoes
Me get a rich bitch and stick her for her

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

Motherfucking street thugs, ballers
Money and the power, moving flour
Taking no shorts and taking no
Hauling asses off in coffins with that

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, 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump

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, pussy I'll pop ya'

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

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

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

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

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

I got that love for my Twist, for aid and assistance
He me holsters, caught him up in some bullshit
Don't even trips though, I'm heading in your
as I roll 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 Chicago, pull the game weightless where I go

Bustin' pistols laser injects
holes in they Avarex
Going straight through tailored vests
Now it's you or your 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
Took the 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 pump
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga