Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Beanie

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

1: Rick Ross]
Nigga talking like a G but like a broad
I up at the light, pineapple in your car
I shatter lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my
Torch in hand, to the Fortune 500
From the porches to the Porsches the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the [?] with wires on it
I get my money smoking spliffs like it's
I'm sideways like I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my 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
motherfucker, won't budge for no charge
Real nigga, I hold no with no thugs
Come through spraying, bullets out the
They ain't for you, move bitch, you hard of hearing?
I off doing 90 with Tha Carter blaring
Bust in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, stiff niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick
in the membrane like Soul Assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga heart like a of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man hold the
Murder game cold as Aspen, found in the trash bin
First 48, they don't find me, case
Like a rehabilitation in Bobby Brown nose
Take em back to Boyz in da when I pull the pump out
like C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out

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