Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children women produce
Kids killing kids just for the
Now Africa is for the truth
But it's take a while to enlighten the youth

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

In the streets 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 play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

(Well) He's standin' on a corner with his pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
Brothers to wear their pants fallin' 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 face

So come and my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but it's not a (Speak on it, Pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother himself
Get into somethin' he out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick and (Sick of who?)
The (Word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
that they got one of 'em
It was a bust, but something's weird
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
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 a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of 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 that two-fifth click to my
If nothin's gonna flip then I'm-a 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 and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many and my Smith and Wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Well be damned, her father's in jail
on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her
Her brother's sellin' and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up
Some might fall in jail, others from the Feds
(The only thing she loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled pump 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 here on earth, the you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, know I'm comin' from?
one, you better choose one

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth