Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

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

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

In the overcrowded streets of the
I it's (shitty) but I can do without the pity
(Baby lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs and I havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

(Well) He's on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
Brothers like to wear their fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
carries a can of mace
And she'll a .45 in your face

So and meet my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but it's not a (Speak on it, Pep)
I how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into he can't 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
Hopin' they got one of 'em
It was a bust, but something's weird
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way half a million

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

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 before I
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
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 gonna flip then I'm-a to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours 'cause you
In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the
She's a gangster and the other cancer
Ask too many questions and my and Wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Well be damned, her father's in jail
on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' with her uncle
Her sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' the Feds
(The only thing she loved was a piece of lead)
And a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed

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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on