Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit balling but don't get it twisted
no hoes over here
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 is riding
Todd Nitty, what you got for these
(Click, clock, blast)

I got that 9 M glock, with 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 that 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 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 shit
up the ass, sullies and ski masks
9's and bubble masks, at your ass

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

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

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

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

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

What you boy, I'm from that 9th Ward
Where them stories are 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 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga

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

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

Bustin' pistols with injects
Putting in they Avarex
Going straight through tailored vests
Now you or your neighbor 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, gotta hoes, and I got the 44.
to leave finna' go
Hit 'em that

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