Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

Children play, women
killing kids just for the juice
Now africa is looking for the
But it's gonna a while to enlighten the youth

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

In the overcrowded of the city
I it's (shitty), but I can do without the pity
(baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my tim boots and hi-tecs and I havoc
And if you try to play me I 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 whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers like to their pants fallin' off their ass
today don't wear no bras
Little john doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll a .45 in your face

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

Who gives a about 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 a lot, hops
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now got guns
They wanna be hard and not be a fool
That buys a history
Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that click to my kids
If nothin's gonna 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 gangster and the terminal cancer
Ask too questions 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 gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the
See, every man she ever messed would up dead
Some might 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 silly love songs and looney tunes
And got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues
The good is god's news, with him you can't lose
Hell is here on earth, the you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, where I'm comin' from?
Choose one, you better one

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth