Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven or Hell

[Intro: DJ
We all get caught in our own
Sometimes I have to remind
on my worst day I live like somebody on their greatest
Don't let your demons take you to hell, introduce them to

Some go to college, some niggas go to jail
Some make it into heaven, make it into hell
Nobody to lose, nobody want to fail
Nobody want to die, nobody to kill
The things we do just to make it
But want to lose, nobody want to fail
Nobody want to die, we're just tryna our life
[Verse 1: Meek
Look, I got homies in the ground, and bones
And niggas doing life, they ain't ever coming
They said I wouldn't make it or never see the
And my baby hate me cause she said I did her wrong
Cause I left to chase my dream, get it any
I that I'll be back, she wasn't listening to me
That back and arguing was getting in between
I said fuck other niggas, I go get it with my team
If we all grind, we all shine, fuck a part
I used to play the block morning and dark time
Now it's G5 flights, fuck a time
It was times, nigga now it's our time
Just take a at my life, rapping brought me back to life
Cause I was in them streets, my heart was as a pack of ice
Every night we strapping we was in Iraq to fight
Cause niggas getting murdered for a block that do a stack a
Woah, I got to make it to my son
On them papers with a firm on his gun
Before I snitch gotta burn a hole in my tongue
Give me a hundred in a hole on the sun
In water, in the world of no order
In the hood no loyalty, ain't no world for your daughter
Ain't no life for brother, on the life of my mother
I'mma get the fam right, you damn right

[Verse 2:
Yeah, I used to pop a lot of shit, now I it moderate
These niggas know I been iced out, hopping out of
Right now I'm praying for my son to get this
A nice university, one of these black
Far as the hood go, I it
But ain't a snake usually a follower
Luckily, I can tell a
My man coming home, my other man sentenced
Soft niggas usually the hate through the bitches
Jealous niggas hating on your pictures
We dream chasing, y'all walking behind wishes
working for it, not often you find riches
Some niggas find coffins others just find
Just ask around 'bout the militia, malicious
D-block, that and cop more dope
I'm two-stroke, you
If you got enough cigars we can all
Ain't nothing all good when you all
So we never be equal
bite the hand that'll feed you
Never a man if he bleed too
Some niggas need a head shot, some need two
Play sweet in these streets and they'll you
You see the devil, he's see through