Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

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

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

In the streets of the city
I know (shitty) but I can do without the pity
(Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs and I havoc
And if you try to play me I won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Who a damn about 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 that's a lot,
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 everybody's got
They wanna be hard and not be a fool
buys a history book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And that two-fifth click to my
If nothin's flip then I'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours you gotta
In the you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many questions and my Smith and 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 sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever would 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 pump the bed

Some people wanna fill the world with silly songs and looney tunes
And got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues
The good news is God's news, with Him you can't
Hell is here on earth, the heaven you can
There's a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm comin'
Choose one, you choose one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth