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, like gold rims on Pathfinders
reclines, lamps for the nine-square's kid
Clothes, hoes and shows yall

Yo, yo, wakin' up ten kid
in the shower, peace about to make
Moves and slide like grease,
I'm all tecs and checks and 'nuff respect
You front, I'm you like the Lex

So now I'm out in the '95 rockin' that nigga don't die
Guess drawers kani
But yo I'm makin a pit stop, go and buy a box of
See, rolled up and yo

Yo, remember 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 maintain the fort

Get in with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed
And me at the bitch lab
So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and
Couldn't 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 some real
A fake nigga faked and killed his click

Gimme a minute and I'm with it, yo done did it
Rock your vest, 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
his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates
Yo, he knew we knew him so we 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, rollin' in my right hand
Yup, you know the steezo black got to go down like
Shallah, cigars and ball

94, takin' to war, yo, yo
What do you in, heaven or hell?
You don't believe in heaven cause we're in hell
What do you in, heaven or hell?
You believe in heaven cause we're livin' 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
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 know, son, only half is sewed cash
They haven't yet sold their
Question, shit is real, you know I'm sayin'
Niggaz think it's all a real live Allah
A little hundred dollars and make you a man
what I'm sayin'?

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

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

And my physical Devon, you're still in here, baby
you're in my arms, nigga, word up
I let you go, baby, know what I'm sayin'?
You my life

Word up for real, shinin'
Real for keepin' it real, you know, out to major niggaz
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 know what I'm
up, Big Booth represent the Q
Know how we do, lamp, get that power u-type, things on
Gza, word up, Master

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