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 bitches

From K-Town to the Manor, 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, your heart stop
out, "Fuck tha po", who some call it 5-0
Better look out for when they pull that door

but gangstas, that's all who I hang with
Slanging them thangs with, up in the game with
The fucking hood rats, because them some hoes
Me get a rich and stick her for her dough

The in that 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 bubble masks, at your ass

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

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

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

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

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

What you thought boy, I'm from 9th Ward
Where them stories are true about them Manor
How we 'em, bleedin' 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, 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 nigga

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

Poppin' a clip in, one in the chamber
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 weightless where I go

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

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

Get the bankroll, gank hoes, and I got the 44.
to leave finna' go
Hit 'em 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 nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga