Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven & Hell

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

Yo, yo, up about ten kid
in the shower, peace about to make
Moves and slide grease, what?
I'm all about tecs and checks and 'nuff
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, rolled up and yo

Yo, remember that kid that we
He made a of mil for real, he brought about fo' bricks
Yo, so now we connect doors, me at the airport
Tell Golden 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 dream G's, son, I some
Kis wont sell, up, son
I Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
A fake faked and they killed his click

Gimme a minute and I'm with it, yo niggaz did it
Rock your vest, keep your whip
So now we see him up in
Stranglin' a 40 oz with 10 G's worth of gold

Diamonds, what, all up in his
his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates
Yo, he knew we knew him so we him
Took 30 Gs of jewels off that nigga, do him

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

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

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

What do you believe in, heaven or
You believe in heaven cause we're livin' in hell
So it's your

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

You ain't even tomorrow son, word up
Niggaz don't how life can be so short
Come so fast, a blinkin' of eye
Blinkin' eye and gone, baby
Straight up, know what I'm

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

And my brother Devon, you're still in here, baby
Because in my arms, nigga, word 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, shout out to major
Big Kawai, Jess, hell in the computer
The Rza, who fat discs for the 94

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