Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

Children play, women
Kids killing kids 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, even denzel couldn't find any

In the overcrowded streets of the
I know it's (shitty), but I can do the pity
(baby lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
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, this kid is not a rabbit

(well) he's standin' on a with 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 tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll a .45 in your face

So come and meet my man (yo, what up, brett? )
He's smokin', but it's not a (speak on it, pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets
Get into somethin' he out of? (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick and (sick of who? )
The (word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' 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 is on earth

Who a damn 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 that's a lot,
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now got guns
They be hard rocks and not be a fool
That buys a book
Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth to my kids
If nothin's 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 settle for the
She's a gangster and the other cancer
Ask too many questions and my smith and wesson answer

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Well everybody be damned, her father's in
Sister's on the screamin', "booty for sale"
Mom the night gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others 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 fill the with silly love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody
The good news is god's news, 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 better one

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on