Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Beanie

[Intro: Rick
You we got em
45s, machine guns, artillery
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 like a broad
I up at the light, pineapple in your car
Nigga I shatter lives, my music
I killers 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 bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the [?] with them on it
I get my smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my
My champagne kicks, my shit 3
You niggas six feet, we 3 meals

They got
45s, machine guns, and artillery

2: Game]
Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, got off probation
motherfucker, won't budge 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
shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff
Eminem wasn't Dr. only sick nigga
Insane in the like Soul Assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga like a bowl of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man the casket
game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First 48, they don't find me, closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby nose
Take em back to Boyz in da Hood I pull the pump out
Something like on Worldstar when I dump out

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