Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children play produce
Kids killing kids for the juice
Now Africa is for the truth
But it's take a while to enlighten the youth

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

In the overcrowded streets of the
I know (shitty) but I can do without the pity
(Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my Tim boots and and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to me I won't have it
are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

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

So come and meet my man Brett (Yo, 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 (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 a million disappeared

Heaven and is on earth
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
They may be hard of
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now everybody's got
They be hard rocks and not be a fool
That buys a history
Not me, I'll need a clock, not 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 yours you gotta
In the ghetto you get a medal if you settle for the drama
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Well everybody be damned, her in jail
Sister's on the screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom the night gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and by the trunkful
See, man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, runnin' from the Feds
(The only thing she ever 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 news is God's news, with Him you can't lose
Hell is here on earth, the heaven you can
There's a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm comin'
one, you better choose one

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and hell is on