Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Sigel]

[Intro: Rick
You we got em
45s, machine guns, artillery
We got those grenades on ass, nigga
Boss. Wall Street
I'm in that bulletproof nigga (Teflon Don)

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

They got
45s, machine guns, and artillery

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

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