Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

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

In this edition of the no need to bore 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 lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my Tim and Hi-Tecs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't it
are for kids, this 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 their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't wear no
Little Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
carries a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in face

So come and meet my man (Yo, what up, Brett?)
smokin', but it's not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)
I wonder how the hell a lets himself
Get somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my are sick and tired (Sick of who?)
The police (Word!) rollin' on 'em, on, holdin' on 'em
that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but something's
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way half a disappeared

Heaven and is on earth
Heaven and is on earth

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 that's a lot,
I'd rather rot in before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be hard of
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now everybody's got
They wanna be rocks and not be a fool
That buys a book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And two-fifth click to my kids
If gonna flip then I'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for 'cause you gotta
In the you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal
Ask too many questions and my and Wesson will answer

and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on

Well everybody be damned, her father's in
on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' with her uncle
Her sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some fall in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
(The thing she ever loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled 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 good news is God's news, with Him you 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 hell is on