Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Ross & Beanie Sigel]

[Intro: Rick
You we got em
45s, machine guns, heavy
We got those on your ass, nigga
Boss. Black Street
I'm in bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)

[Verse 1: Rick
Nigga talking like a G but walking a broad
I pull up at the light, in your car
Nigga I shatter lives, my music
I court killers at the of my synagogue
Torch in hand, to the Fortune 500
From the to the Porsches with the wides on it
'Fore you bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the [?] with them on it
I get my money smoking spliffs like Friday
I'm sitting sideways I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my 3 wheels
You six feet, we gettin 3 meals

They got
45s, machine guns, and artillery

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

[Verse 3: Beanie
Ain't changed but them bullets in my clip
I still pull it, still bully niggas on the
Beef, I cook it fully with the
And I ain't got no pets, I put a in ya bitch
A nigga with a gun in his who won't bust it?
Like a bitch with a dick in her hand who won't it
This is the art of war, you niggas just
Anything I target on is departed, gone
by or walk up on -
I stop, breathe, aim cock squeeze
[?] on the Glock, beam
Put your block up on machines the pussies run and scream