Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit balling bitch but get it twisted
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
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, your heart stop
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who some it 5-0
Better look out for when pull that kick door

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

The in that K-Town, that's 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 thugs, legit 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, 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, gauge pump nigga

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

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

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

What you thought boy, I'm that 9th Ward
Where them stories are true about Manor boys
How we 'em, bleedin' and crawling on the ground
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, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, gauge pump nigga

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 gauge pump

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

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

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

Now we got boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up
They gonna us the stash-pot, with the little handles side up
Took the 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 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, twelve gauge pump
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump