Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, balling bitch but don't get it twisted
Ain't no hoes over
Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating

From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the hundreds
The war is on, and all my killers is
Todd Nitty, what you got for hoes
(Click, clock, blast)

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

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

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

street thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving flour
no shorts and taking no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in coffins 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 pump nigga

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 pump nigga

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

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

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

What you boy, I'm from that 9th Ward
Where 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, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, gauge 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, gauge pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump

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

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

Bustin' with laser injects
Putting holes in they
Going straight through your tailored
Now you or your neighbor next

Now we got your boy tied up, to the we ride up
They gonna show us the stash-pot, with the 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 that

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, gauge 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