Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

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

In edition 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 lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my tim boots and hi-tecs and I wrecks
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 pumpin'
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't wear no
Little john doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
carries a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in 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 somethin' he out of? (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my are sick and tired (sick of who? )
The (word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but weird
(well, what's the matter, )
The way half a million

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
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
They may be hard of
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now got guns
They wanna be rocks and not be a fool
That buys a book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
If nothin's flip then i'm-a have 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 terminal cancer
Ask too questions and my smith and wesson will answer

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

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

Some people fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody
The good news is god's news, with him you lose
Hell is on earth, the heaven you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm comin'
Choose one, you better one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth