Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Beanie

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

1: Rick Ross]
Nigga talking like a G but like a broad
I pull up at the light, pineapple in car
Nigga I shatter lives, my music
I killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the 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 [?] with wires on it
I get my money spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit 3
You six feet, we gettin 3 meals

They got
45s, guns, and heavy artillery

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

[Verse 3: Beanie
Ain't nothing changed but them in my clip
I still pull it, still niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the
And I got no pets, I put a bullet in ya bitch
A nigga 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 just drawing
I target on is dearly departed, gone
Drive by or up on -
I stop, breathe, aim cock squeeze
[?] on the Glock, beam
Put your block up on machines while the run and scream