Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

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

In this of the story, no need to bore 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 lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my tim and hi-tecs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

(well) standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't no bras
Little doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
carries a can of mace
And stick a .45 in your face

So come and my man brett (yo, what up, brett? )
He's smokin', but not a cigarette (speak on it, pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets
Get into he can't out of? (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick and tired (sick of )
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 is on earth
and hell is on earth

Who gives a damn 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 before I
Go 'head, me, 'em
may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now everybody's got
wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool
That 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 then i'm-a to rip sh...
Ah, go for 'cause 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 questions and my smith and wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and blues
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?
Choose one, you choose one

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth