Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven or Hell

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

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, nobody want to
Nobody want to die, we're tryna live our life
[Verse 1: Mill]
Look, I got homies in the ground, skeleton and
And niggas doing life, they ain't coming home
They said I wouldn't make it or never see the
And my baby mama hate me cause she I did her wrong
Cause I left to chase my dream, get it any
I that I'll be back, she wasn't listening to me
back and forth arguing was getting 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, fuck a depart
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 streets, my heart was cold as a pack of ice
Every night we strapping we was in Iraq to fight
Cause niggas getting murdered for a block do a stack a night
Woah, I got to it home to my son
On them papers with a firm on his gun
I snitch they gotta burn a hole in my tongue
Give me a years in a hole on the sun
In boiling water, in the world of no
In the ain't no loyalty, ain't no world for your daughter
no life for your 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 it moderate
These niggas know I been 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 go, I acknowledge 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 through the bitches
Jealous niggas hating on your pictures
We dream chasing, y'all niggas walking behind
Without working for it, not you find riches
Some niggas find others just find ditches
Just ask 'bout the militia, they malicious
D-block, finish that and cop dope
I'm two-stroke, you
If you got enough we can all smoke
nothing 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
Some niggas need a head shot, some need two
Play sweet in streets and they'll leave you
You see the devil, he's see through