Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

Artillery motherfucker, legit balling bitch but get it twisted
Ain't no over here
Yeah, we got guns nigga, at all you hating bitches

From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the wild
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, the infrared beam dot
at your knot, making your heart 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 with
Slanging thangs with, came up in the game with
The fucking hood rats, because them some broke
Me get a rich and stick her for her dough

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

street thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving flour
Taking no shorts and taking no
Hauling asses off in coffins with 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, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, milli-meter
Ten, eleven, gauge pump nigga

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

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

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

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

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, nine
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 though, I'm heading in your route
Soon as I up, we puttin' they lights out

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

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

Now we got your boy up, to the hideout we ride up
gonna show us the stash-pot, with the little handles side up
Took the and lello, and that's how the day goes

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

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