Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Ross & Beanie Sigel]

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

[Verse 1: Rick
Nigga talking like a G but like a broad
I up at the light, pineapple in your car
Nigga I lives, my music camouflage
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
you snitches 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 like I'm in my
My kicks, my shit 3 wheels
You niggas six feet, we 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 hold no grudge with no
Come through spraying, out the McLaaren
They ain't meant for you, move bitch, you of hearing?
I speed off doing 90 Tha Carter blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only nigga
Insane in the membrane Soul Assassins
12 gauge stop a heart like a bowl of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man hold the
Murder game as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First 48, they don't find me, case
Like a rehabilitation in Bobby Brown nose
em back to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out
Something like C-Murder on when I dump out

[Verse 3: Siegel]
Ain't nothing but them bullets in my clip
I pull it, still bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the
And I ain't got no pets, I put a in ya bitch
A nigga with a gun in his hand who won't it?
Like a with a dick in her hand who won't suck it
This is the art of war, you just drawing
Anything I target on is 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