Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven & Hell

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

Yo, yo, wakin' up ten kid
Jumpin' in the shower, about to make
Moves and 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 that real nigga don't die
Guess down drawers
But yo I'm makin a pit stop, go and buy a box of
See, rolled up and yo

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

Get in touch with West Coast Cali crab you stabbed
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 when I slept, I G's, son, I need some
Kis sell, call up, son
I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over real shit
A fake nigga and they killed his click

Gimme a minute and I'm 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 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 like sand, Jesus rollin' in my right
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, heaven or
You don't in heaven cause we're livin' in hell
What do you in, heaven or hell?
You don't believe in cause we're livin' in hell

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

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

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

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

Get turned to dust, to the casket
That ass is out son, 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 real for my

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

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

Word up, Rza, my nigga baby
Yeah, eatin' dinner the big boys now
You what I'm sayin'?
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, Method Man, Deck
Bastard, U-God, word up, baby
Keep it real, son, keep packin' guns
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