Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

From K-Town to the Manor, City to the wild hundreds
The war is on, and all my is riding
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
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who call it 5-0
Better look out for when they that kick door

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you thought boy, I'm from that 9th Ward
Where them stories are true about them Manor
How we leaving 'em, and crawling on the ground
Like 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, 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

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

Poppin' a clip in, one in the chamber
Finna' ride on a stranger, put the life in danger
Started letting off hollows, straight through they car
I'm a G Chicago, pull the game weightless where I go

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

Now we got boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up
They gonna us the stash-pot, with the little handles side up
the money 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 pump nigga
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 pump
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga