Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Beanie

Rick Ross]
You we got em
45s, machine guns, heavy
We got grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss. Black Street
I'm in that Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)

[Verse 1: Ross]
talking like a G but walking like a broad
I pull up at the light, pineapple in car
Nigga I shatter lives, my music
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 by the [?] with them wires on it
I get my money smoking spliffs like it's
I'm sideways like I'm in my driveway
My kicks, my shit 3 wheels
You niggas six feet, we 3 meals

They got
45s, guns, and heavy artillery

[Verse 2:
I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off probation
Today motherfucker, won't budge for no
Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no
Come through spraying, bullets out the
They meant for you, move bitch, you hard of hearing?
I speed off doing 90 with Tha blaring
Bust shots in the like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem Dr. Dre's only sick nigga
Insane in the like Soul Assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga like a bowl of Aspirin
I automatics, let your man hold the casket
Murder cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First 48, they don't me, case closed
Like a spot in Bobby Brown nose
em back to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out
Something like C-Murder on Worldstar I dump out

[Verse 3: Siegel]
Ain't nothing changed but them bullets in my
I still pull it, still bully 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 a gun in his hand who won't bust it?
a bitch with a dick in her hand who won't suck it
This is the art of war, you niggas drawing
I target on is dearly departed, gone
Drive by or up on -
I stop, breathe, aim cock squeeze
[?] on the Glock, beam
Put your block up on machines the pussies run and scream