Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

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

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

In the overcrowded streets of the
I it's (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 wrecks
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly

(Well) He's on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, in the crowd
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't 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?)
smokin', but it's not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)
I wonder how the a brother lets himself
Get into he can't 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
Hopin' that got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but weird
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way half a million

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 a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail before I
Go 'head, me, 'em
may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now got guns
They wanna be hard rocks and not be a
That buys a book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And that click to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip then have 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 gangster and the other cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson answer

Heaven and 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 her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the
See, man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, runnin' from the Feds
(The only she ever loved was a piece of lead)
And a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed

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

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth