Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Beanie

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

1: Rick Ross]
Nigga talking like a G but walking a broad
I up at the light, pineapple in your car
Nigga I shatter lives, my camouflage
I court killers at the of my synagogue
in hand, extortion to the Fortune 500
From the porches to the Porsches the wides on it
you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the [?] with them on it
I get my money smoking spliffs like it's
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 artillery

2: Game]
Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, got off probation
motherfucker, won't budge for no charge
Real nigga, I hold no grudge no thugs
Come through spraying, out the McLaaren
They ain't meant for you, move bitch, you hard of
I speed off doing 90 Tha Carter blaring
Bust shots in the like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's sick nigga
in the membrane like Soul Assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga heart a bowl of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let man hold the casket
Murder game cold as Aspen, found in the trash bin
First 48, they don't find me, case
Like a spot in Bobby Brown nose
Take em to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out
Something like C-Murder on Worldstar I dump out

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