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 your ass,
Boss. Black Wall
I'm in bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)

[Verse 1: Ross]
talking like a G but walking like a broad
I pull up at the light, in your car
I shatter lives, my music camouflage
I court at the center of my synagogue
in hand, extortion to the Fortune 500
From the porches to the Porsches 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 spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting like I'm in my driveway
My kicks, my shit 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, got off probation
Today motherfucker, won't budge for no
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 Cavalier like I ball Baron
Yeah I Blake niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick
in the membrane like Soul Assassins
12 gauge stop a heart like a bowl of Aspirin
I automatics, let your man hold the casket
Murder game cold as Aspen, body found in the bin
48, they don't find me, case closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby nose
Take em back to Boyz in da Hood I pull the pump out
Something C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out

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