Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

Children play, women
Kids killing kids 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 need to me
It can't do nothin' for me, even denzel washington find any

In the overcrowded of the city
I know it's (shitty), but I can do without the
(baby never in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my tim boots and hi-tecs and I wrecks
And if you try to play me I won't 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 wear their pants off their ass
Girls today wear no bras
Little john doe got a ho tricks 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 brother himself
Get into somethin' he out of? (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick and tired (sick of )
The police (word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a bust, but something's weird
(well, the matter, spinderella? )
The way a million disappeared

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and 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 before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be hard of
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now got guns
They wanna be hard rocks and not be a
buys a history book
Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And two-fifth click to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip i'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours you gotta
In the ghetto you get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many and my smith and wesson will answer

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

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

Some people wanna fill the world with silly songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody
The news is god's news, with him you can't lose
Hell is 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
Heaven and hell is on