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 on Pathfinders
Wu-Tang reclines, for the nine-square's kid
Clothes, designer and shows yall

Yo, yo, wakin' up ten kid
Jumpin' in the shower, peace to make
Moves and slide 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 real nigga die
Guess drawers kani
But yo I'm makin a pit stop, go and buy a box of
See, up and yo winner

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

Get in touch with that West Cali crab you stabbed
And me at the bitch lab
So up, kid, we slid 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 heard Pook and Tyriq a beef over some real shit
A fake nigga faked and they killed his

Gimme a and I'm with it, yo niggaz done did it
Rock your vest, keep 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
his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates
Yo, he knew we him so we blew 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 in my right hand
Yup, you know the black got to go down like that
Shallah, cigars and hats

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

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

What do you in, heaven or hell?
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, is real, you know what I'm sayin'
think it's all about a real live Allah
A little hundred and that make you a man
Know what I'm

You even promised tomorrow son, word up
Niggaz understand how life can be so short
so fast, within a blinkin' of eye
Blinkin' eye and you're gone,
up, know what I'm sayin'?

Get to dust, return to the casket
That ass is out son, word up, word up, get evaporated, up
Lose all strength nigga
Crazy dedication shout out in the memory of Two Cent
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 never let you go, baby, know I'm sayin'?
You my charm

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

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

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