Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

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

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

In the streets of the city
I know it's (shitty), but I can do the pity
(baby lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I my tim boots and hi-tecs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

(well) he's standin' on a corner his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers like to wear their fallin' off their ass
Girls don't wear no bras
Little john doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll a .45 in your face

So come and meet my man brett (yo, what up, )
smokin', but it's not a cigarette (speak on it, pep)
I wonder how the hell a lets himself
Get somethin' he can't out of? (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my are sick and tired (sick of who? )
The (word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a bust, but something's weird
(well, what's the matter, )
The way a million disappeared

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives a damn me?
(huh? ) me (what? ), me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and i
or die, laugh or cry
I'm all that I got, pops, and that's a lot,
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now got guns
They wanna be rocks and not be a fool
buys a history book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that two-fifth to my kids
If gonna flip then i'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for 'cause you gotta
In the you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my and wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

Well everybody be damned, her father's in
Sister's on the screamin', "booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her
Her sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
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 of lead)
And a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed

Some people wanna the world with silly love songs 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, where I'm comin' from?
one, you better choose one

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth