Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Beanie

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

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

They got
45s, machine guns, and artillery

[Verse 2:
I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off probation
Today motherfucker, budge for no charge
Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no
Come spraying, bullets out the McLaaren
ain't meant for you, move bitch, you hard of hearing?
I speed off doing 90 Tha Carter blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball Baron
Yeah I Blake niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. only sick nigga
Insane in the membrane Soul Assassins
12 gauge a nigga heart like a bowl of Aspirin
I automatics, let your man hold the casket
Murder game as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
48, they don't find me, case closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Brown nose
Take em back to Boyz in da Hood 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, bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a 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 won't it
This is the art of war, you niggas drawing
Anything I on is dearly departed, gone
Drive by or up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim squeeze
[?] on the Glock, beam
Put your block up on while the pussies run and scream