Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit bitch but don't get it twisted
no hoes over here
Yeah, we got nigga, aimed at all you hating bitches

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

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

Nothing but gangstas, that's all who I hang
them thangs with, came up in the game with
The fucking hood rats, them some 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 sound
Artillery up the ass, sullies and ski
9's and masks, gunning at your ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

pistols with laser injects
Putting in they Avarex
Going straight through your tailored
Now it's you or your next

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, gotta hoes, and I got the 44.
to leave 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 pump

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, gauge pump nigga