Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, produce
Kids kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to the youth

In edition of the story, no need to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me
Denzel Washington couldn't find any glory
In the streets of the city
I it's shitty, but I can do without the pity

Baby, never in the ghetto or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I wrecks
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

Well, he's standin' on a corner his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear pants fallin' off their ass

Girls, today don't no bras
Little John Doe got a ho tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll a .45 in your face

So come and my man Brett
(Yo, up, Brett?)
smokin', but it's not a cigarette
(Speak on it, Pep)

I wonder how the a brother lets himself
Get into somethin' he out of?
A lot of my friends are and tired
(Sick of who?)
The
(Word)

Rollin' on 'em, on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug bust but weird
Well, what's the matter,
The way a million disappeared

Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now is lookin' for the truth
But do you think the other man enlighten the youth

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

Who the damn about me?
Me, what? Me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and I, or die, laugh or cry
I'm all I got, Pops and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop

Go 'head me, tell 'em, may be hard of hearing
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now, everybody's got guns they be hard rocks
And not be a that buys a history book

Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
And playgirl's gonna rip and have to rip shit

Go for yours you gotta, in the ghetto
You get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other cancer
Ask too many and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

Well, everybody be damned, her in jail
on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her sellin' radios and toasters by the trunk full

See, every man she messed would wind up dead
might fall in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
The only thing she ever loved was a piece of
And that's a barreled pump underneath the bed

people wanna fill the world
With silly love and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad and moody blues
There's good and bad news, military coups

A rebel with no cause in a of fools
I never in the slum, never shot a gun
But I'll use one, make me use one

Children play, women
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's gonna a while to enlighten the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, produce
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa, is for the truth
But who do you think enlighten the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, produce
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa is lookin' for the
But who do you will enlighten the youth

(Heaven and is on earth)
Children play, women
Kids killing kids, just for the
Now Africa is for the truth
But who do you think enlighten the youth
(Heaven and is on earth)