Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Ross & Beanie Sigel]

[Intro: Ross]
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: Rick
Nigga talking a G but walking like 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
the porches to the Porsches with 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 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 artillery

[Verse 2:
Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off
motherfucker, won't budge for no charge
Real nigga, I no grudge with no thugs
through spraying, bullets out the McLaaren
They ain't meant for you, move bitch, you of hearing?
I speed off doing 90 with Tha Carter
Bust shots in the like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only nigga
in the membrane like Soul Assassins
12 gauge a nigga heart like a bowl of Aspirin
I automatics, let your man hold the casket
Murder game cold as Aspen, body found in the bin
First 48, they don't find me, closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown
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 changed but them bullets in my clip
I still it, still bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I it fully with the fifth
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 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 just stop, breathe, aim squeeze
[?] on the Glock, infrared
Put your block up on machines while the run and scream