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 rims on Pathfinders
Wu-Tang reclines, lamps for the kid
Clothes, designer hoes and shows

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

So now I'm out in the '95 rockin' that nigga don't 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 of mil for real, he brought about fo' bricks
Yo, so now we doors, meet me at the airport
Golden Arms maintain the fort

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

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

Gimme a minute and I'm with it, yo done did it
Rock your vest, keep your 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 of dinner plates
Yo, he knew we him so we blew him
Took 30 Gs worth of jewels off nigga, do him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And my physical brother Devon, you're in here, baby
Because you're in my arms, nigga, up
I never let you go, baby, know what I'm
You my life

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

Word up, Rza, he's my nigga
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, Killer

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