Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children play produce
Kids kids just for the juice
Now Africa is for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to the youth

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

In the overcrowded of the city
I know (shitty) but I can do without the pity
(Baby lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I my Tim boots 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 pumpin' loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers like to wear pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't wear no
John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll a .45 in your face

So come and my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)
smokin', but it's 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 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 something's
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way half a disappeared

Heaven and is on earth
and hell 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 I got, Pops, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be hard of
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now got guns
They wanna be hard rocks and not be a
That buys a book
Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
If nothin's gonna then I'm-a 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 and my Smith and Wesson will answer

and hell 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 drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the
See, every man she ever 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 wanna fill the world with silly love songs and tunes
And got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues
The news is God's news, with Him you can't lose
Hell is here on earth, the you can choose
a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm comin' from?
Choose one, you choose one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth