Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick & Beanie Sigel]

Rick Ross]
You we got em
45s, machine guns, artillery
We got those on your ass, nigga
Boss. Wall Street
I'm in that bulletproof Maybach (Teflon Don)

[Verse 1: Rick
Nigga like a G but walking like a broad
I up at the light, pineapple in your car
Nigga I lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my
in hand, extortion to the Fortune 500
From the porches to the Porsches with the on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put lives on it
Get you by the [?] with them wires on it
I get my money spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my 3 wheels
You niggas six feet, we gettin 3

They got
45s, machine guns, and heavy

2: Game]
Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off
Today motherfucker, budge for no charge
Real nigga, I no grudge with no thugs
Come through spraying, bullets out the
They ain't meant for you, move bitch, you hard of
I off doing 90 with Tha Carter blaring
shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make niggas
wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick nigga
Insane in the membrane like Assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga like a bowl of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man the casket
Murder game cold as Aspen, body found in the bin
First 48, they don't find me, closed
Like a rehabilitation in Bobby Brown nose
Take em back to in da Hood when I pull the pump out
Something like C-Murder on when I dump out

[Verse 3: Siegel]
nothing changed but them bullets in my clip
I still pull it, still bully on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a in ya bitch
A with a gun in his hand who won't bust it?
Like a bitch a dick in her hand who won't suck it
This is the art of war, you niggas drawing
Anything I target on is departed, gone
Drive by or up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim cock
[?] on the Glock, beam
Put your block up on machines while the pussies run and