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 like somebody on their greatest
Don't let your demons take you to hell, them to heaven

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

[Verse 2:
Yeah, I used to pop a lot of shit, now I keep it
These know I been iced out, hopping out of shit
Right now I'm for my son to get this scholarship
A university, one of these black colleges
Far as the go, I acknowledge it
But whoever ain't a snake a follower
Luckily, I can tell a
My man coming home, my other man getting
Soft niggas usually send the hate through the
Jealous Instagram niggas hating on your
We dream chasing, y'all niggas walking behind
Without working for it, not often you find
Some niggas find coffins just find ditches
Just ask around the militia, they malicious
D-block, finish that and cop more
I'm two-stroke, you
If you got enough we can all smoke
Ain't nothing all good when you all
So we could never be
Never the hand that'll feed you
fear a man if he bleed too
Some niggas need a shot, some niggas need two
Play sweet in streets and they'll leave you
You can't see the devil, see through