Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

Children play, women
Kids killing just for the juice
Now is looking for the truth
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 washington couldn't any

In the overcrowded of the city
I know it's (shitty), but I can do the pity
(baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my tim and hi-tecs 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 his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off ass
Girls today wear no bras
john doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in your

So come and meet my man (yo, what up, brett? )
He's smokin', but not a cigarette (speak on it, pep)
I wonder how the a brother lets himself
Get somethin' he can't out of? (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are and tired (sick of who? )
The police (word!) rollin' on 'em, on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a bust, but something's weird
(well, the matter, spinderella? )
The way half a disappeared

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth

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 that's a lot,
I'd rather rot in jail I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be hard of
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now got guns
They wanna be hard rocks and not be a
That buys a history
Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that two-fifth to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip then i'm-a to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours 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 is on earth

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

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

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth