Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

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

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

In the overcrowded streets of the
I know it's (shitty), but I can do the pity
(baby never 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 won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

(well) he's standin' on a corner with his system loud
Next him goin' off, in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
Brothers like to wear their fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't no bras
john doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in 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 lets himself
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, pickin' on, on 'em
that they got one of 'em
It was a bust, but something's weird
(well, what's the matter, )
The way a million disappeared

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

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 jail I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now everybody's got
They wanna be rocks and not be a fool
That a history book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And that click to my kids
If nothin's flip then i'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours you gotta
In the you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
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

everybody be damned, her father's in jail
Sister's on the screamin', "booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her
Her brother's sellin' and toasters by the trunkful
See, man she ever 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 pump the bed

Some people wanna fill the world with silly love and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and 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, know I'm comin' from?
one, you better choose one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth