Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

Children play, produce
Kids kids just for the juice
Now is looking for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to the youth

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

In the overcrowded streets of the
I know it's (shitty), but I can do without the
(baby lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
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 his system pumpin' loud
Next him off, scream in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't no bras
Little john doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
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 how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into he can't 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
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a bust, but something's weird
(well, the matter, spinderella? )
The way a million disappeared

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Who a damn 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 that's a lot,
I'd rather rot in jail I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
may be hard of hearing
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now got guns
wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool
That buys a book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And that click to my kids
If nothin's flip then i'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours 'cause you
In the ghetto you don't get a if you settle for the drama
She's a and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my and wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

Well everybody be damned, her father's in
Sister's on the screamin', "booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her
Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the
See, every man she ever would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, runnin' from the feds
(the only thing she ever was a piece of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled 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 good news is god's news, with him you can't
Hell is here on earth, the heaven you can
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