Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children women produce
Kids killing kids just for the
Now Africa is looking for the
But it's gonna take a while to 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 of the city
I know it's (shitty) but I can do without the
(Baby lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, kid is not a silly rabbit

(Well) He's on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers like to wear their pants off their ass
Girls today wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your

So come and meet my man Brett (Yo, up, Brett?)
smokin', but it's not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)
I how the hell a brother lets himself
Get somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are and tired (Sick of who?)
The police (Word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a bust, but something's weird
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way a million disappeared

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
Live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops, and a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So keep at the top of your lungs
Now got guns
They wanna be hard and not be a fool
That buys a book
Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And two-fifth click to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip I'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours 'cause you
In the you don't 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

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' radios and toasters by the
See, every man she ever messed wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, 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 love songs and looney
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody
The good news is God's news, with Him you can't
Hell is on earth, the heaven you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm from?
Choose one, you choose one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth