Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Beanie

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

[Verse 1: Ross]
Nigga talking like a G but walking 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 to the Porsches with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you 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 gettin 3

They got
45s, machine guns, and heavy

[Verse 2:
Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, got off probation
Today motherfucker, won't budge for no
Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no
Come spraying, bullets out the McLaaren
They ain't for you, move bitch, you hard of hearing?
I speed off doing 90 Tha Carter blaring
Bust shots in the like I ball with Baron
I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick
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 cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First 48, they don't me, case closed
a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown nose
Take em back to Boyz in da when 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 on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the
And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya
A nigga with a gun in his hand who won't it?
Like a bitch a dick in her hand 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 squeeze
[?] on the Glock, infrared
Put block up on machines while the pussies run and scream