Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven & Hell

Yo, what, what? Yo, exotic o' shit
94, we go to war fast with the pen and the pad
Goddamn, shine like gold rims on
reclines, lamps for the nine-square's kid
Clothes, designer hoes and yall

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

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

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

Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you
And me at the bitch lab
So up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve 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 heard and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
A fake nigga and they killed his click

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

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

So now I'm lampin' in my man's
Streets is hot like sand, Jesus in my right hand
Yup, you know the steezo got to go down like that
Shallah, cigars and hats

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

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

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

Niggaz even know, son, only half is sewed cash
They haven't yet sold weight
Question, is real, you know what I'm sayin'
Niggaz think all about a real live Allah
A little hundred dollars and that you a man
Know what I'm

You ain't even promised tomorrow son, up
Niggaz understand how life can be so short
so fast, within a blinkin' of eye
Blinkin' eye and you're gone,
Straight up, know I'm sayin'?

Get to dust, return to the casket
That ass is out son, word up, up, get evaporated, straight up
Lose all your strength
Crazy dedication shout out in the memory of Two Cent
Heartbroken, we soakin' wet though, it real 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 charm

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

Word up, Rza, my nigga baby
Yeah, dinner with the big boys now
You know what I'm
up, Big Booth represent the Q
Know how we do, lamp, get that u-type, things on float
Gza, up, Master Killer

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