Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

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

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

Nothing but gangstas, that's all who I with
Slanging them with, came up in the game with
The fucking hood rats, because them some 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, that's how our shit
Artillery up the ass, and ski masks
9's and bubble masks, at your ass

street thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, that flour
Taking no shorts and no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with

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, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump

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

And it went 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 holes a golf course

What you thought boy, I'm from that 9th
Where them stories are about them Manor boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and on the ground
Like he's a nigga now

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge 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
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 told me holsters, caught him up in some
Don't even trips though, I'm in your route
as I roll up, we puttin' they lights out

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

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

Now we got your boy tied up, to the we ride up
They gonna us the stash-pot, with the little handles side up
Took the money and lello, and how the day goes

Get the bankroll, gotta hoes, and I got the 44.
Time to leave go
Hit 'em with

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, 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, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga