Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven & Hell

Yo, what, what? Yo, type o' shit
94, we must go to war with the pen and the pad
Goddamn, shine like rims on Pathfinders
Wu-Tang reclines, lamps for the kid
Clothes, hoes and shows yall

Yo, yo, wakin' up ten kid
in the shower, peace about to make
Moves and slide like grease,
I'm all about tecs and checks and respect
You front, I'm slammin' you the Lex

So now I'm out in the '95 rockin' that real nigga die
Guess down drawers
But yo I'm a pit stop, go and buy a box of Glocks
See, up and yo winner

Yo, that kid that we vicked
He made a half of mil for real, he brought about fo'
Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the
Tell Arms maintain the fort

Get in touch with that West Cali crab you stabbed
And me at the bitch lab
So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to bid and shit
Couldn't rest, I need the vic

Then when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need
Kis wont sell, up, son
I Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
A fake nigga and they killed his click

Gimme a minute and I'm with it, yo niggaz did it
your vest, keep your whip tinted
So now we see him up in
Stranglin' a 40 oz 10 G's worth of gold bangles

Diamonds, what, all up in his
With his man's mace, medallions the size of plates
Yo, he knew we knew him so we him
Took 30 Gs worth of off that nigga, do him

So now I'm in my man's land
Streets is hot like sand, Jesus rollin' in my right
Yup, you know the steezo black got to go down like
Shallah, and ball hats

94, takin' to war, yo, yo
What do you believe in, or hell?
You don't believe in heaven cause livin' in hell
do you believe in, heaven or hell?
You believe in heaven cause we're livin' in hell

So it's your life, a chamber, fuckin' with the mad strangers
Yeah, you how it runs, baby, straight up yo
Money clothes, hoes and shows y'all
That's how it goes,

What do you believe in, heaven or
You don't believe in cause we're livin' in hell
So it's your

ain't even know, son, only half is sewed cash
They haven't yet their weight
Question, shit is real, you what I'm sayin'
Niggaz it's all about a real live Allah
A little hundred dollars and make you a man
what I'm sayin'?

You ain't even tomorrow son, word up
don't understand how life can be so short
Come so fast, within a of eye
eye and you're gone, baby
Straight up, know what I'm

Get turned to dust, to the casket
That ass is out son, word up, word up, get evaporated, up
Lose all strength nigga
Crazy dedication out in the memory of Two Cent Jason
Heartbroken, we soakin' wet though, keepin' it for my peoples

And my brother Devon, you're still in here, baby
Because you're in my arms, nigga, up
I let you go, baby, know what I'm sayin'?
You my life

Word up for real, shinin'
for keepin' it real, you know, shout out to major niggaz
Big Kawai, Jess, hell in the computer
The Rza, who slams fat for the 94

up, Rza, he's my nigga baby
Yeah, dinner with the big boys now
You know I'm sayin'?
up, Big Booth represent the Q
Know how we do, lamp, get that power u-type, on float
Gza, word up, Master

The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector
Bastard, U-God, word up, baby
Keep it real, son, keep them guns
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