Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven & Hell

Yo, what, what? Yo, type o' shit
94, we go to war fast with the pen and the pad
Goddamn, shine gold rims on Pathfinders
Wu-Tang reclines, lamps for the kid
Clothes, hoes and shows yall

Yo, yo, wakin' up ten kid
Jumpin' in the shower, peace about to
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' real nigga don't die
Guess down drawers
But yo I'm a pit stop, go and buy a box of Glocks
See, rolled up and yo

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

Get in touch with that West Coast Cali you stabbed
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 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 they killed his

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get turned to dust, return to the
ass is out son, word 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 real for my

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

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

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

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