Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven or Hell

[Intro: DJ
We all get caught in our own
Sometimes I to remind myself
That on my worst day I live like on their greatest
let your demons take you to hell, introduce them to heaven

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

[Verse 2:
Yeah, I used to pop a lot of shit, now I it moderate
These know I been iced out, hopping out of shit
Right now I'm praying for my son to get this
A nice university, one of black colleges
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 send the hate the bitches
Jealous Instagram 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, finish and cop more dope
I'm two-stroke, you
If you got enough we can all smoke
Ain't nothing all good when you all
So we could be equal
Never the hand that'll feed you
fear a man if he bleed too
Some need a head shot, some niggas need two
Play sweet in these streets and leave you
You can't see the devil, see through