Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Beanie

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

1: Rick Ross]
Nigga talking a G but walking like a broad
I pull up at the light, pineapple in car
Nigga I lives, my music camouflage
I court at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the 500
From the to the Porsches with the wides on it
you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you by the [?] with them wires on it
I get my money smoking spliffs it's Friday
I'm sitting like I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my 3 wheels
You six feet, we gettin 3 meals

They got
45s, guns, and heavy artillery

2: Game]
Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off
Today motherfucker, won't budge for no
nigga, I hold no grudge with no thugs
Come through spraying, bullets out the
They ain't for you, move bitch, you hard of hearing?
I speed off doing 90 Tha Carter blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with
I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only nigga
Insane in the membrane like Assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga like a bowl of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man hold the
game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First 48, they don't find me, closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown
Take em back to Boyz in da Hood when I the pump out
like C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out

[Verse 3: Beanie
nothing changed but them bullets in my clip
I still pull it, still niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the
And I got no pets, I put a bullet 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,
by or walk up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim squeeze
[?] on the Glock, beam
Put your block up on machines while the run and scream