Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven & Hell

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

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

So now I'm out in the '95 rockin' that real don't die
down drawers kani
But yo I'm makin a pit stop, go and buy a box of
See, up and yo winner

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

Get in touch with West Coast Cali crab you stabbed
And me at the bitch lab
So word up, kid, we slid a fat four to twelve bid and shit
Couldn't even rest, I the vic

Then when I slept, I dream G's, son, I some
Kis sell, call up, son
I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef 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 whip tinted
So now we see him up in
Stranglin' a 40 oz with 10 G's worth of gold

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

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

94, takin' to war, yo, yo
What do you believe in, or hell?
You don't believe in heaven we're livin' in hell
do you believe in, heaven or hell?
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
Money clothes, designer hoes and shows
how it goes, whatever

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

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

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

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

And my brother Devon, you're still in here, baby
you're in my arms, nigga, word up
I never let you go, baby, know what I'm
You my charm

Word up for real, shinin'
Real for keepin' it real, you know, 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 baby
Yeah, eatin' dinner with the big now
You what I'm sayin'?
Word up, Big Booth the Q
Know how we do, lamp, get power u-type, things on float
Gza, word up, Killer

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