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 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 overcrowded streets of the
I it's (shitty), but I can do without the pity
(baby never in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my tim boots and hi-tecs and I havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

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

So come and meet my man brett (yo, up, brett? )
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 friends are sick and (sick of who? )
The police (word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but weird
(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
or die, laugh or cry
I'm all that I got, pops, and a lot, hops
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 lungs
Now got guns
wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool
That buys a history
Not me, I'll a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
If nothin's gonna 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
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many questions and my smith and will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

Some wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and blues
The good news is god's news, with him you lose
Hell is here on earth, the heaven you can
There's a choice, you got one, son, where I'm comin' from?
Choose one, you better one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth