Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Make It To Heaven

I make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for through hell
Gotta make it to I hope I make it to heaven

Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm how I choose my friends
to ICU once I ain't going again
First Zee got murked, then Raw got
An homies in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt
I smell fishy man it might be a rat
Damn niggas switching sides on just like that
You know me, I stay wit a on her knees
An get away in the hood like government cheese
on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's
More on the back, straight squeezing a Mak
In the they identify niggas by they cars
So I up whips to stay off the radar
I ain't be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya
So spray that Tec if I say get it done
An it wet niggas if you round me son

I gotta make it to heaven, for through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through
Gotta make it to heaven I I make it to heaven
I make it to heaven, for going through hell
make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for through hell
Gotta make it to I hope I make it to heaven

When I come through the hood, I don't stop the niggaz
Get close enough to smack, get it clapping
Pac tried to front so I waved the on his ass
Point blank range I span put a on his ass
Two later niggas came through with Maks to lay me down
Then I played dead and got the fuck off the ground
Out the I get a phone call, 50 what up?
You send a bitch at me I the bitch back cut up
I play that pussy shit, I done told you boy
Front on me, you gon meet one of my boy
Cause shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jail
Trippin on Fliks an trail, pussy in black tail
Pack moved, but she don't talk to him no more
The shells twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do'
Without that Tec month how she gon pay for the crib
Man social finis' come and take them kids

I gotta it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta it to heaven, for going through hell
make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going hell
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the I can not change, the courage
To the things I can, but wisdom to know the difference
But A, Ade did a make you say that I say
That's the credit put in your head you a case act
Man I might talk to you while we up in the
But when we come home, that don't we goin' fuck an be friends
smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling
Thank god they missed you, an go ya pistol
In the hood running round acting crazy
Buying little air Jordan's for maybe
See it be his, an it might be yours
Cause them broads in the projects is up whores
Man it don't take much for you to get in them
You ain't can 'em on they back or on all fours
You got to tell me, you feeling this
Because I hear what I'm saying I know I'm killing shit

I gotta make it to heaven, for going through
make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to
I gotta it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, make it to heaven
I make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I it to heaven