Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the wild
The war is on, and all my is riding
Todd Nitty, what you got for these
(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 look out for when they pull that kick

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

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

Motherfucking thugs, legit ballers
and the power, moving that flour
Taking no shorts and 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 nigga

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

A nigga riding stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers bitch, even try to fuck with us gangsta's
Because we some
You with that bullshit, then pussy I'll pop ya'

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

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

What you thought boy, I'm from that 9th
Where them stories are true about 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, nine
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 nigga

I got love 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
Soon as I roll up, we puttin' lights out

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

Bustin' pistols laser injects
holes in they Avarex
Going through your tailored vests
Now it's you or your 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.
Time to finna' go
Hit 'em that

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 pump

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