Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Beanie

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

1: Rick Ross]
Nigga talking like a G but walking a broad
I pull up at the light, in your car
I shatter lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my
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 [?] them wires on it
I get my smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit 3
You niggas six feet, we 3 meals

They got
45s, machine guns, and artillery

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

[Verse 3: Beanie
Ain't nothing 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 bullet in ya
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 just drawing
Anything I target on is departed, gone
by or walk up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim cock
[?] on the Glock, beam
Put your block up on machines the pussies run and scream