Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick & Beanie Sigel]

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

[Verse 1: Ross]
Nigga talking like a G but walking a broad
I up at the light, pineapple in your car
Nigga I shatter lives, my camouflage
I court at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, to the Fortune 500
the porches to the Porsches with the wides on it
'Fore you bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the [?] with them on it
I get my money smoking like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit 3
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 with no thugs
Come spraying, bullets out the McLaaren
They ain't for you, move bitch, you hard of hearing?
I speed off 90 with Tha Carter blaring
shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. only sick nigga
Insane in the membrane like Soul
12 gauge stop a nigga heart like a of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man hold the
game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First 48, don't find me, case closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Brown nose
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 but them bullets in my clip
I still pull it, bully 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 with a gun in his hand who won't bust it?
Like a bitch with a dick in her who won't suck it
This is the art of war, you niggas just
Anything I on is dearly departed, gone
Drive by or up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim cock
[?] on the Glock, beam
Put your block up on while the pussies run and scream