Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven & Hell

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

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

So now I'm out in the '95 that real nigga don't die
Guess down 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 brought fo' bricks
Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the
Golden Arms 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 a fat four to twelve bid and shit
Couldn't rest, I need the vic

Then I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some
Kis sell, call up, son
I Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
A nigga faked and they killed his click

Gimme a and I'm with it, yo niggaz done did it
Rock vest, keep your 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
With his man's mace, medallions the 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 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 that
Shallah, cigars and hats

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

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

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

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

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

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 shout out in the of Two Cent Jason
Heartbroken, we soakin' wet though, keepin' it for my peoples

And my physical brother Devon, you're still in here,
Because you're in my arms, nigga, up
I never let you go, baby, what 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, in the computer system
The Rza, who slams fat for the 94

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

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