Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Artillery

[feat. Rick Ross & Sigel]

[Intro: Ross]
You we got em
45s, machine guns, artillery
We got grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss. Black Street
I'm in that bulletproof nigga (Teflon Don)

[Verse 1: Ross]
Nigga talking like a G but walking a broad
I pull up at the light, pineapple in car
Nigga I shatter lives, my camouflage
I court killers at the of my synagogue
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 Friday
I'm sitting like I'm in my driveway
My kicks, my shit 3 wheels
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
Today motherfucker, won't budge for no
Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no
Come through spraying, out the McLaaren
They ain't meant for you, move bitch, you hard of
I speed off doing 90 with Tha blaring
shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only nigga
Insane in the membrane Soul Assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga heart a bowl of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man the casket
Murder cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First 48, they find me, case closed
a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown nose
Take em to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out
Something like C-Murder on when I dump out

[Verse 3: Siegel]
nothing changed but them bullets in my clip
I pull it, still bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I it fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a in ya bitch
A with 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 dearly departed,
by or walk up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim squeeze
[?] on the Glock, infrared
Put your up on machines while the pussies run and scream