Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

Children play, women
killing kids just for the juice
Now africa is looking for the
But it's gonna take a to enlighten the youth

In this of the story, no need to bore me
It can't do nothin' for me, even washington couldn't find any

In the overcrowded of the city
I know it's (shitty), but I can do without the
(baby never in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my tim boots and hi-tecs and I havoc
And if you try to me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

(well) he's standin' on a corner with his system loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
Brothers like to their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls don't wear 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 and meet my man brett (yo, what up, brett? )
He's smokin', but not a cigarette (speak on it, pep)
I wonder how the a brother lets himself
Get into he can't out of? (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick and (sick of who? )
The police (word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but weird
(well, the matter, spinderella? )
The way half a disappeared

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives a about me?
(huh? ) 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 rather rot in jail I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
may be hard of hearing
So keep at the top of your lungs
Now everybody's got
They wanna be hard and not be a fool
That buys a history
Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
If nothin's gonna flip then have to rip sh...
Ah, go for 'cause you gotta
In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you for the drama
She's a gangster and the other cancer
Ask too many questions and my and wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Well everybody be damned, her 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 trunkful
See, every man she ever would wind up dead
might fall in jail, others runnin' from the feds
(the only thing she ever was a piece of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled underneath the bed

Some people wanna fill the world with silly love and looney tunes
And got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues
The good news is god's news, with him you can't
is here on earth, the heaven you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, know I'm comin' from?
Choose one, you choose one

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth