Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven Or Hell

Bye bye boy,

Children play, women
killing kids, just for the juice
Now Africa, is for the truth
But gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

In this edition of the story, no need to bore me, it do nothin' for me
Even Denzel Washington find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the
I it's shitty, but I can do without the pity

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

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

Girls, don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in face

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

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

Rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug bust but weird
Well, the matter, Spinderella?
The way half a disappeared

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa is for the truth
But do you the other man will enlighten the youth

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

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

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

Not me, I'll a clock, not rock to my hits
And two-fifth click to my tits
And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma to rip shit

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

Well, be damned, her father's in jail
Sister's on the screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' and toasters by the trunk full

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

Some people wanna fill the
With silly songs and loony tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs and moody
good news and bad news, military coups

A rebel with no cause in a of fools
I never lived in the slum, shot a gun
But I'll use one, don't me use one

play, women produce
Kids killing kids, for the juice
Now Africa, is lookin' for the
But it's take a while to enlighten the youth

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

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

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

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