Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven or Hell

[Intro: DJ
We all get in our own sins
Sometimes I have to remind
That on my 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, some it into hell
want to lose, nobody want to fail
Nobody to die, nobody want to kill
The things we do just to it through
But nobody want to lose, want to fail
Nobody want to die, we're tryna live our life
[Verse 1: Meek
Look, I got homies in the ground, and bones
And niggas doing life, they ain't ever home
said I wouldn't make it or never see the throne
And my mama hate me cause she said I did her wrong
Cause I left to my dream, get it any means
I said I'll be back, she wasn't listening to me
That back and forth arguing was 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 morning and dark time
Now it's G5 flights, fuck a time
It was hard times, now it's our time
Just take a look at my life, brought me back to life
Cause I was in them streets, my was cold as a pack of ice
Every night we like we was in Iraq to fight
niggas getting murdered for a block that do a stack a night
Woah, I got to it home to my son
On them papers with a firm on his gun
Before I they gotta burn a hole 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 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 keep it
niggas 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 these black
Far as the hood go, I it
But whoever ain't a usually a follower
Luckily, I can tell a
My man coming home, my other man getting
Soft niggas usually send the hate the bitches
Instagram niggas hating on your pictures
We dream chasing, y'all niggas walking wishes
working for it, not often you find riches
Some niggas find coffins others find ditches
Just ask around 'bout the militia, they
D-block, finish that and cop dope
I'm two-stroke, you
If you got enough we can all smoke
Ain't nothing all good when you all
So we never be equal
Never bite the hand feed you
Never fear a man if he too
niggas need a head shot, some niggas need two
Play sweet in these streets and they'll you
You can't see the devil, he's see