Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven or Hell

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

Some go to college, some niggas go to jail
Some make it into heaven, some make it hell
Nobody to lose, nobody want to fail
Nobody want to die, want to kill
The things we do just to make it
But nobody want to lose, nobody to fail
Nobody want to die, we're just tryna our life
[Verse 1: Meek
Look, I got in the ground, skeleton and bones
And niggas doing life, ain't ever coming home
They said I wouldn't it or never see the throne
And my baby mama hate me she said I did her wrong
I left to chase my dream, get it any means
I said that I'll be back, she wasn't to me
That back and 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 time
I used to the block early morning and dark time
Now G5 flights, fuck a depart time
It was hard times, now it's our time
Just take a look at my life, rapping brought me to life
Cause I was in them streets, my heart was cold as a of ice
Every night we strapping like we was in to fight
Cause getting murdered for a block that do a stack a night
Woah, I got to make it to my son
On them papers a firm hold on his gun
Before I snitch they gotta burn a hole in my
Give me a hundred in a hole on the sun
In boiling water, in the of no order
In the hood ain't no loyalty, ain't no world for your
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
These niggas know I iced out, hopping out of shit
now I'm praying for my son to get this scholarship
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 through the
Instagram niggas hating on your pictures
We chasing, y'all niggas walking behind wishes
working for it, not often you find riches
Some niggas coffins others just find ditches
Just ask around 'bout the militia, malicious
D-block, finish that and cop dope
I'm two-stroke, you
If you got enough we can all smoke
Ain't all good when you all broke
So we could never be
Never bite the hand that'll you
Never a man if he bleed too
niggas need a head shot, some niggas need two
Play sweet in these streets and they'll you
You see the devil, he's see through