Luyện nghe bài hát Artillery

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

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

I got that 9 M glock, with the infrared beam dot
Aiming at your knot, 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
them thangs with, came up in the game with
The fucking hood rats, because some broke hoes
Me get a bitch and stick her for her dough

The in that 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, gunning at ass

Motherfucking thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, that 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 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
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve pump nigga

A nigga with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers bitch, don't even try to 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 triggers like bitches titties
Who is it, the most left on
They on nigga, with that Teflon nigga

And it blow blow, body bag that bitch
his ass to the morgue with the rest 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 that 9th Ward
Where them stories are true about them Manor
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and crawling on the
Like he's a dead now

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

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 love for my Twist, for aid and assistance
He told me holsters, caught him up in bullshit
Don't trips though, I'm heading in your route
as I roll up, we puttin' they lights out

Poppin' a clip in, one in the chamber
Finna' ride on a stranger, put the hoes 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 your tailored vests
Now it's you or neighbor next

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

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

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