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

Some niggas go to college, some go to jail
Some make it into heaven, some make it into
want to lose, nobody want to fail
Nobody want to die, want to kill
The things we do to make it through
But nobody want to lose, want to fail
want to die, we're just tryna live our life
[Verse 1: Mill]
Look, I got homies in the ground, skeleton and
And niggas doing life, they ain't ever home
They I wouldn't make it or never see the throne
And my baby mama hate me cause she I did her wrong
Cause I left to chase my dream, get it any
I said that I'll be back, she listening to me
That back and forth arguing was in between
I said fuck other 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 morning and dark
Now it's G5 flights, a depart time
It was hard times, nigga now it's our
Just take a look at my life, rapping me back 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 niggas getting murdered for a block that do a stack a
Woah, I got to it home to my son
On them with a firm hold on his gun
Before I snitch they gotta 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, ain't no world for your
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 it moderate
These niggas know I been iced out, hopping out of
Right now I'm praying for my son to get scholarship
A university, one of these black colleges
Far as the hood go, I it
But ain't 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 Instagram niggas hating on pictures
We dream chasing, y'all walking behind wishes
Without working for it, not often you riches
Some find coffins others just find ditches
ask around 'bout the militia, they malicious
D-block, that and cop more dope
I'm two-stroke, you
If you got enough we can all smoke
Ain't nothing all when you all broke
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 these streets and leave you
You see the devil, he's see through