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
reclines, lamps for the nine-square's kid
Clothes, designer and shows yall

Yo, yo, up about ten kid
Jumpin' in the shower, about to make
Moves and like grease, what?
I'm all about tecs and and 'nuff 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 drawers
But yo I'm a pit stop, go and buy a box of Glocks
See, up and yo winner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You even promised tomorrow son, word up
Niggaz understand how life can be so short
Come so fast, within a of eye
Blinkin' eye and gone, baby
up, know what I'm sayin'?

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

And my physical brother Devon, you're in here, baby
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 fat discs for the 94

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

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