Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children play women
Kids killing kids just for the
Now Africa is looking for the
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 even Denzel couldn't find any

In the overcrowded of the city
I know it's (shitty) but I can do the pity
(Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my Tim and Hi-Tecs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a rabbit

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

So come and my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but it's not a (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 are sick 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 disappeared

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

Who a damn 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 that's a lot,
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 everybody's got
They wanna be hard and not be a fool
buys a history book
Not me, I'll a clock, not rock to my hits
And two-fifth click to my kids
If nothin's gonna then I'm-a have 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 terminal
Ask too many and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on

Well be damned, her father's in jail
on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up
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 world with love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody
The news is God's 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 I'm comin' from?
Choose one, you choose one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth