Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

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

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

(well) he's standin' on a corner with his system loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
Brothers like to wear their fallin' off their ass
today don't wear no bras
Little john doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your

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 into 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
that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but weird
(well, the matter, spinderella? )
The way half a disappeared

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

everybody be damned, her father's in jail
Sister's on the screamin', "booty for sale"
Mom spends the gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up
might fall in jail, others runnin' from the feds
(the only thing she loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a pump 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 news, with him you can't lose
Hell is here on earth, the you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm from?
one, you better choose one

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on