Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Beanie

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

[Verse 1: Ross]
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 center of my
Torch in hand, extortion to the 500
From the porches to the with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put lives on it
Get you twisted by the [?] with them on it
I get my smoking 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 3 meals

They got
45s, machine guns, and heavy

2: Game]
Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, got off probation
Today motherfucker, won't for no charge
Real nigga, I hold no grudge no thugs
Come spraying, bullets out the McLaaren
They ain't for you, move bitch, you hard of hearing?
I off doing 90 with Tha Carter blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with
I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
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 the casket
Murder game cold as Aspen, body found in the bin
First 48, they don't me, case closed
Like a rehabilitation in Bobby Brown nose
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 nothing changed but them bullets in my
I still pull it, still niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya
A nigga with a gun in his hand who won't it?
Like a bitch with a dick in her hand who suck it
This is the art of war, you niggas just
Anything I target on is dearly departed,
by or walk up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim cock
[?] on the Glock, beam
Put your block up on while the pussies run and scream