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 gonna take a to enlighten the youth

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

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

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Who a damn about me?
(huh? ) 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 jail I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So keep at the top of your lungs
Now everybody's got
wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool
That buys a history
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And that two-fifth to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip then 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 questions and my smith and wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
and hell is on earth

Well be damned, her father's in jail
Sister's on the screamin', "booty for sale"
Mom the night gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and by the trunkful
See, every man she ever would wind up dead
Some fall in jail, others runnin' from the feds
(the thing she ever loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a pump underneath the bed

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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on