Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

Children play, produce
killing kids just for the juice
Now africa is looking for the
But gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

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 overcrowded of the city
I know (shitty), but I can do without the pity
(baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my tim boots and hi-tecs and I 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 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 don't 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 come and my man brett (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 somethin' he out of? (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my are sick and tired (sick of who? )
The police (word!) rollin' on 'em, on, holdin' on 'em
that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but weird
(well, what's the matter, )
The way half a million

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives a damn 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 rather rot in jail 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 rocks and not be a fool
buys a history book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And that two-fifth click to my
If nothin's gonna flip 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 other cancer
Ask too many questions and my smith and will answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

Well everybody be damned, her in jail
Sister's on the screamin', "booty for sale"
Mom spends the night drunk with her uncle
Her sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from the
(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 love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody
The good news is god's news, with him you lose
Hell is here on earth, the you can choose
a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm comin' from?
Choose one, you better one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth