Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven & Hell

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

Yo, yo, wakin' up ten kid
Jumpin' in the shower, about to make
and slide like grease, what?
I'm all about tecs and checks and 'nuff
You front, I'm slammin' you 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, up and yo winner

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

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

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

a minute 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 with 10 G's worth of gold

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

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

94, takin' to war, yo, yo
What do you believe in, 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 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
That's how it goes,

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

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

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

Get turned to dust, return to the
ass is out son, word up, word 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 physical brother Devon, still in here, baby
Because you're in my arms, nigga, up
I never let you go, baby, what I'm sayin'?
You my charm

up for real, keep shinin'
Real for keepin' it real, you know, out to major niggaz
Big Kawai, Jess, in the computer system
The Rza, who slams fat for the 94

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