Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

Children play, produce
Kids killing just for the juice
Now africa is looking for the
But it's gonna a while to enlighten the youth

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

In the overcrowded streets of the
I know (shitty), but I can do without the pity
(baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
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 silly

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

So come and meet my man (yo, what up, brett? )
He's smokin', but it's not a (speak on it, pep)
I wonder how the hell a 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!) on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but something's
(well, the matter, spinderella? )
The way half a million

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Who a damn 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 a lot, hops
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now everybody's got
They wanna be hard rocks and not be a
That a history book
Not me, I'll a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
If nothin's flip then i'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours you gotta
In the ghetto you don't get a if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the terminal cancer
Ask too many and my smith and wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

Well everybody be damned, her in jail
Sister's on the screamin', "booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' the feds
(the only thing she ever was a piece of lead)
And a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed

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

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth