Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

K-Town to the Manor, Holy 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 double M glock, 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 they pull that kick door

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

The Manor in that K-Town, how we put it down
Letting off fifty rounds, that's how our shit
Artillery up the ass, 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 no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with

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

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

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

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

What you thought boy, I'm that 9th Ward
Where them stories are true about them boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and crawling on the
Like he's a nigga now

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

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

Bustin' pistols laser injects
Putting holes in they
Going straight through your vests
Now it's you or your neighbor

Now we got your boy up, to the hideout we ride up
They gonna show us the stash-pot, with the little handles up
Took the 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 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 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 gauge nigga