Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven & Hell

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

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

So now I'm out in the '95 rockin' that nigga don't die
Guess down kani
But yo I'm a pit stop, go and buy a box of Glocks
See, rolled up and yo

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
Golden Arms maintain the fort

Get in touch with West Coast Cali crab you stabbed
And meet me at the lab
So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to bid and shit
even rest, I need the vic

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

a minute and I'm with it, yo niggaz done did it
Rock vest, keep your whip tinted
So now we see him up in
Stranglin' a 40 oz with 10 G's 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 jewels off nigga, do him

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

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

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

What do you believe in, heaven or
You don't believe in heaven cause livin' in hell
So your life

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

You ain't even promised tomorrow son, 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, what I'm sayin'?

Get to dust, return to the casket
ass is out son, word up, word up, get evaporated, straight up
Lose all your nigga
dedication shout out in the memory of Two Cent Jason
Heartbroken, we soakin' wet though, it real for my peoples

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

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

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

The don of the Clan, Man, Inspector Deck
Dirty Bastard, U-God, up, baby
Keep it real, son, keep packin' guns
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