Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit balling bitch but 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 is riding
Todd Nitty, what you got for hoes
(Click, clock, blast)

I got that 9 M glock, with the infrared beam dot
at your knot, making your heart stop
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who call it 5-0
Better out for when they pull that kick door

Nothing but gangstas, 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 bitch and her for her dough

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

Motherfucking street thugs, ballers
Money and the power, moving flour
Taking no shorts and taking no
Hauling asses off in coffins with 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, twelve gauge nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga

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

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

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

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

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 pump nigga

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

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

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

Bustin' with laser injects
Putting holes in Avarex
Going straight through your tailored
Now it's you or your neighbor

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

Get the bankroll, gotta hoes, and I got the 44.
Time to finna' 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 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, gauge pump nigga