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 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, make it into hell
Nobody want to lose, nobody to fail
Nobody want to die, nobody to kill
The things we do just to it through
But nobody want to lose, nobody want to
Nobody to die, we're just tryna live our life
1: Meek Mill]
Look, I got in the ground, skeleton and bones
And niggas doing life, they ain't coming home
They said I wouldn't make it or see the throne
And my baby hate me cause 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 forth arguing was in between
I fuck them other niggas, I go get it with my team
If we all grind, we all shine, a part time
I to play the block early morning and dark time
Now G5 flights, fuck a depart time
It was times, nigga now it's our time
Just a look at my life, rapping brought me back to life
I was in them streets, my heart was cold as a pack 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 papers with a firm hold on his gun
Before I snitch gotta burn a hole in my tongue
Give me a hundred in a hole on the sun
In boiling water, in the world of no
In the hood ain't no loyalty, ain't no for your daughter
Ain't no for your brother, on the life of my mother
I'mma get the fam right, nigga you right

[Verse 2:
Yeah, I to pop a lot of shit, now I keep it moderate
These niggas know I iced out, hopping out of shit
Right now I'm for my son to get this scholarship
A university, one of these black colleges
Far as the hood go, I it
But whoever a snake usually a follower
Luckily, I can a difference
My man coming home, my other man getting
Soft niggas usually send the through the bitches
Jealous Instagram niggas hating on pictures
We dream chasing, y'all niggas walking wishes
working for it, not often you find riches
Some niggas coffins others just find ditches
Just ask around the militia, they malicious
D-block, finish that and cop more
I'm two-stroke, you
If you got enough we can all smoke
Ain't nothing all good when you all
So we could be equal
Never the hand that'll feed you
Never fear a man if he too
Some niggas a head shot, some niggas need two
Play sweet in these streets and they'll you
You can't see the devil, see through