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

In the overcrowded streets of the
I know (shitty), but I can do without the pity
(baby never in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my tim 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, in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear their fallin' off their ass
Girls today wear no bras
Little john doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in your

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

Heaven and is on earth
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 I got, pops, and that's a lot, hops
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of 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 rock to my
And that click to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip then have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours you gotta
In the ghetto you don't get a if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my 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 gettin' drunk with her
Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the
See, every man she ever messed would wind up
might fall in jail, others runnin' from the feds
(the thing she ever loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled pump the bed

Some people wanna the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and blues
The good is god's news, with him you can't lose
is here on earth, the heaven you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm comin'
Choose one, you choose one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on