Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

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

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

In the streets of the city
I know it's (shitty), but I can do the pity
(baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my tim and hi-tecs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

(well) he's on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't no bras
Little john doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the
carries a can of mace
And stick a .45 in your face

So and meet my man brett (yo, what up, brett? )
smokin', but it's 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 tired (sick of )
The police (word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but something's
(well, what's the matter, )
The way a million disappeared

Heaven and is on earth
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 I got, pops, and that's a lot, hops
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be hard of
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now got guns
They wanna be hard rocks and not be a
That buys a history
Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that click to my kids
If gonna flip then i'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for 'cause you gotta
In the ghetto you get a medal if you settle for the drama
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my smith and will answer

Heaven and is on earth
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 gettin' with her uncle
Her sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others from the feds
(the only she ever loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a pump underneath the bed

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth