Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell

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

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 streets of the city
I it's (shitty), but I can do without the pity
(baby lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my tim boots and and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to me I won't have 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 glass
Brothers like to wear 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 stick a .45 in face

So come and meet my man brett (yo, up, brett? )
He's smokin', but not a cigarette (speak on it, pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother 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, on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but something's
(well, the matter, spinderella? )
The way a million disappeared

Heaven and hell is on
and hell 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 rather rot in jail before I
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be hard of
So keep at the top of your lungs
Now everybody's got
wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool
That buys a book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And two-fifth click to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip then i'm-a to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours you gotta
In the ghetto you get a medal if you settle for the drama
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many and my smith and wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

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

Some people wanna fill the world with silly songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody
The news 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 I'm comin' from?
Choose one, you better one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on