Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children play produce
killing kids just for the juice
Now Africa is looking for the
But it's gonna take a while to the youth

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

In the overcrowded 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 Hi-Tecs and I havoc
And if you try to me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, kid is not a silly rabbit

(Well) He's standin' on a corner his system pumpin' loud
him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear their fallin' off their ass
today don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho 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 it's not a (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 sick and (Sick of who?)
The police (Word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, on 'em
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but something's
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way half a million

Heaven and is on earth
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 that I got, Pops, and 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
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 two-fifth click to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip then I'm-a to rip sh...
Ah, go for 'cause you gotta
In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

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

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

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth