Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children play women
Kids kids just for the juice
Now Africa is looking for the
But it's take a while to enlighten the youth

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

In the streets of the city
I it's (shitty) but I can do without the pity
(Baby never 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 won't it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

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

So come and my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets
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!) 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 a million disappeared

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

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 before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So keep at the top of your lungs
Now everybody's got
wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool
That buys a book
Not me, I'll a clock, not rock to my hits
And that click to my kids
If nothin's flip then I'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours you gotta
In the ghetto you get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my and Wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

Well everybody be damned, her in jail
Sister's on the screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her
Her sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' the Feds
(The only thing she 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 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 where I'm comin'
Choose one, you choose one

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth