Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Beanie

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

[Verse 1: Ross]
Nigga talking a G but walking like a broad
I pull up at the light, pineapple in car
Nigga I shatter lives, my camouflage
I court at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, 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 twisted by the [?] them wires on it
I get my money smoking like it's Friday
I'm sideways like I'm in my driveway
My kicks, my shit 3 wheels
You six feet, we gettin 3 meals

They got
45s, machine guns, and heavy

[Verse 2:
I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off probation
Today motherfucker, won't for no charge
Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no
Come spraying, bullets out the McLaaren
They ain't meant for you, move bitch, you hard of
I speed off 90 with Tha Carter blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with
Yeah I Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem Dr. Dre's only sick nigga
in the membrane like Soul Assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga heart like a of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man hold the
Murder game cold as Aspen, found in the trash bin
First 48, they don't me, case closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown
Take em to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out
Something like C-Murder on Worldstar I dump out

[Verse 3: Beanie
Ain't nothing changed but bullets in my clip
I still pull it, bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I it fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya
A with a gun in his hand who won't bust it?
Like a bitch with a dick in her hand who 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, infrared
Put your block up on while the pussies run and scream