Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven or Hell

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

Some niggas go to college, niggas go to jail
Some make it into heaven, some make it hell
Nobody want to lose, nobody want to
Nobody want to die, want to kill
The we do just to make it through
But nobody want to lose, nobody want to
Nobody want to die, just tryna live our life
1: Meek Mill]
Look, I got homies in the ground, and bones
And doing life, they ain't ever coming home
They said I 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 that I'll be back, she wasn't listening to me
That and forth arguing was getting 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 early 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, rapping brought me back to
Cause I was in them streets, my heart was cold as a of ice
night we strapping like 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 papers with a firm hold on his gun
Before I snitch they gotta burn a in my tongue
Give me a hundred years in a on the sun
In boiling water, in the 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
get the fam right, nigga you damn right

[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 praying for my son to get scholarship
A nice university, one of these colleges
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 sentenced
Soft niggas usually send the hate the bitches
Instagram niggas hating on your pictures
We dream chasing, niggas walking behind wishes
Without working for it, not often you riches
Some niggas find coffins others find ditches
Just ask around the militia, they 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 you all broke
So we could be equal
Never the hand that'll feed you
Never a man if he bleed too
Some niggas need a head shot, some niggas two
Play in these streets and they'll leave you
You can't see the devil, he's see