Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, balling bitch but don't get it twisted
Ain't no over here
Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating

From to the Manor, Holy 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 M glock, with the infrared beam dot
Aiming at your knot, making your stop
out, "Fuck tha po", who some call it 5-0
Better out for when they pull that kick door

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

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

Motherfucking street thugs, ballers
Money and the power, moving that
Taking no shorts and no losses
niggas asses off in coffins with 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, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga

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

See it's nigga Todd Nitty
That be triggers like bitches titties
Who is it, the left on nigga
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 them
I heat 'em up like a motherfucking
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, bleedin' and on the ground
he's a dead nigga now

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

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, gauge pump nigga

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

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

Bustin' pistols with laser
Putting in they Avarex
straight through your tailored vests
Now it's you or neighbor next

Now we got your boy tied up, to the we ride up
They gonna show us the stash-pot, with the little side up
Took the and lello, and that's how the day goes

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

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