Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven & Hell

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

Yo, yo, wakin' up ten kid
Jumpin' in the shower, peace about to
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 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 kid that we vicked
He made a half of mil for real, he brought about fo'
Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the
Golden Arms maintain the fort

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 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

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

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 hand
Yup, you know the steezo black got to go down that
Shallah, and ball hats

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

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

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

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

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

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

And my physical 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, shinin'
for keepin' it real, you know, shout out to major niggaz
Big Kawai, Jess, in the computer system
The Rza, who slams fat for the 94

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

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