Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Sigel]

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

[Verse 1: Ross]
Nigga like a G but walking like 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
in hand, extortion to the Fortune 500
From the porches to the Porsches the wides on it
'Fore you bitch, you better put your 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, machine guns, and heavy

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 with no thugs
Come through spraying, bullets out the
ain't meant for you, move bitch, you hard of hearing?
I off doing 90 with Tha Carter blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I with Baron
Yeah I Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem Dr. Dre's only sick nigga
in the membrane like Soul Assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga heart a bowl of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man the casket
Murder game cold as Aspen, body in the trash bin
First 48, they don't me, case closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Brown nose
Take em back to in da Hood when I pull the pump out
Something like C-Murder on Worldstar when I out

[Verse 3: Siegel]
Ain't nothing changed but them bullets in my
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 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
is the art of war, you niggas just drawing
Anything I on is dearly departed, gone
by or walk up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim squeeze
[?] on the Glock, beam
Put your up on machines while the pussies run and scream