Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

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

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

In the overcrowded of the city
I know it's (shitty) but I can do 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 play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, kid is not a silly rabbit

(Well) He's standin' on a corner with his system loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers like to their pants fallin' off their ass
today don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the
Grandma carries a can of
And she'll stick a .45 in face

So come and meet my man (Yo, what up, Brett?)
smokin', but it's not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets
Get into he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my are sick and tired (Sick of who?)
The police (Word!) on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but weird
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way half a 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
or die, laugh or cry
I'm all I got, Pops, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rot in jail before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
may be hard of hearing
So keep at the top of your lungs
Now everybody's got
They wanna be rocks and not be a fool
That buys a history
Not me, need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip I'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours 'cause you
In the ghetto you don't get a if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many questions and my 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 the night gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from the
(The only thing she ever loved was a of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled underneath the bed

people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and blues
The good news is God's news, 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 choose one

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth