Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

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

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

In the overcrowded streets of the
I know (shitty), but I can do without the pity
(baby lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my tim boots and hi-tecs and I wrecks
And if you try to play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

(well) standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers like to wear their pants off their ass
Girls today wear no bras
john doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And stick 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 are sick and tired (sick of who? )
The (word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but something's
(well, what's the matter, )
The way half a disappeared

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

Who gives a about me?
(huh? ) me (what? ), me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and i
Live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, pops, and that's a lot,
I'd rather rot in jail before I
Go 'head, me, 'em
may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now everybody's got
wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool
That a history book
Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And two-fifth click to my kids
If nothin's gonna then i'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for 'cause you gotta
In the ghetto you don't get a if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many questions and my smith and wesson will

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Well be damned, her father's in jail
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 ever messed would 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 double-barrelled pump the bed

Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody
The news 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'
one, you better choose one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on