Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven or Hell

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

Some niggas go to college, niggas go to jail
make it into heaven, some make it into hell
Nobody want to lose, nobody want to
Nobody want to die, want to kill
The things we do to make it through
But nobody want to lose, want to fail
Nobody want to die, just tryna live our life
1: Meek Mill]
Look, I got in the ground, skeleton and bones
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 she said I did her wrong
Cause I left to my dream, get it any means
I said that be back, she wasn't listening to me
That back and forth was getting in between
I said fuck them other niggas, I go get it my team
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
take a look at my life, rapping brought me back to life
Cause I was in streets, my heart was cold as a pack of ice
night we strapping like we was in Iraq to fight
Cause niggas murdered for a block that do a stack a night
Woah, I got to make it to my son
On them papers with a hold on his gun
Before I they gotta burn a hole in my tongue
Give me a years in a hole on the sun
In boiling water, in the of no order
In the hood ain't no loyalty, ain't no for your daughter
Ain't no life for your brother, on the 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 it moderate
These know I been iced out, hopping out of shit
Right now I'm praying for my son to get scholarship
A university, one of these black colleges
Far as the go, I acknowledge it
But whoever a snake usually a follower
Luckily, I can tell a
My man coming home, my other man sentenced
Soft niggas usually send the through the bitches
Jealous niggas hating on your pictures
We dream chasing, y'all walking behind wishes
Without for it, not often you find riches
Some niggas find others just find ditches
Just ask around 'bout the militia, they
D-block, finish that and cop more
I'm two-stroke, you
If you got enough cigars we can all
Ain't nothing all when you all broke
So we never be equal
bite the hand that'll feed you
Never fear a man if he too
Some niggas need a head shot, some need two
Play sweet in these and they'll leave you
You can't see the devil, he's see