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 gold rims on Pathfinders
reclines, lamps for the nine-square's kid
Clothes, designer hoes and shows

Yo, yo, up about ten kid
Jumpin' in the shower, peace about to
and slide like grease, what?
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 that real 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 fo' bricks
Yo, so now we doors, meet me at the airport
Tell Golden maintain the fort

Get in with that West Coast 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 heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some shit
A fake nigga faked and killed his click

a minute and I'm with it, yo niggaz done did it
Rock your vest, keep your whip
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 mace, medallions the size of dinner plates
Yo, he knew we knew him so we him
30 Gs worth of jewels off that nigga, do him

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get turned to dust, to the casket
That ass is out son, up, word up, get evaporated, straight up
Lose all your strength
Crazy 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 I'm sayin'?
You my charm

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

up, Rza, he's my nigga baby
Yeah, eatin' with the big boys now
You what I'm sayin'?
Word up, Big Booth the Q
how we do, lamp, get that power u-type, things 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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