Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven & Hell

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

Yo, yo, up about ten kid
in the shower, peace about to make
Moves and slide like grease,
I'm all about tecs and and 'nuff 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 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 a half of mil for real, he brought about fo' bricks
Yo, so now we doors, meet me at the airport
Tell Golden Arms maintain the

Get in touch with that West Cali crab you stabbed
And me at the bitch lab
So word up, kid, we slid like a fat to twelve bid and shit
even rest, I need the vic

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

Gimme a minute and I'm with it, yo niggaz 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 size of dinner
Yo, he knew we him so we blew him
Took 30 Gs of jewels off that nigga, do him

So now I'm in my man's land
Streets is hot like sand, Jesus rollin' in my right
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, heaven or
You don't believe in cause we're livin' in hell
What do you in, heaven or hell?
You don't believe in heaven cause we're in hell

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

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

ain't even know, son, only half is sewed cash
They haven't yet sold weight
Question, is real, you know what I'm sayin'
Niggaz think all about a real live Allah
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
so fast, within a blinkin' of eye
Blinkin' eye and you're gone,
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
Crazy dedication shout out in the of Two Cent Jason
Heartbroken, we soakin' wet though, keepin' it real for my

And my brother Devon, you're still in here, baby
Because in my arms, nigga, word up
I never let you go, baby, what I'm sayin'?
You my life

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

Word up, Rza, my nigga baby
Yeah, eatin' with the big boys now
You what I'm sayin'?
up, Big Booth represent 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, up, baby
Keep it real, son, keep packin' them
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