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, aimed at all you bitches

From 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 infrared dot
Aiming at your knot, making heart stop
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who call 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 hood rats, because them 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
up the ass, sullies and ski masks
9's and bubble masks, gunning at ass

Motherfucking thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving that
no shorts and taking no losses
Hauling 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, nine
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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump

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

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

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

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

I got that love for my 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
ride on a stranger, put the hoes life in danger
Started letting off hollows, straight through car door
I'm a G from Chicago, pull the game weightless I go

Bustin' pistols with laser
holes in they Avarex
Going straight through your tailored
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 money and lello, and how the day goes

Get the bankroll, gotta 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump