Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

From K-Town to the Manor, Holy 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 that 9 double M glock, with the beam dot
Aiming at your knot, making your heart
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who call it 5-0
look out for when they pull that kick door

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

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, at your ass

Motherfucking thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving flour
Taking no shorts and taking no
Hauling niggas 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump

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

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

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

What you boy, I'm from that 9th Ward
them 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, twelve gauge nigga
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 gauge nigga

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

a clip in, with 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, pull the game where I go

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

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

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

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