Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

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

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

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

(Well) He's standin' on a corner with his system loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear pants fallin' off their ass
Girls don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
Grandma carries a can of
And stick 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 hell a brother himself
Get into 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
Hopin' 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 a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, 'em
may be hard of hearing
So yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now got guns
They wanna be hard and not be a fool
That a history book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my
If nothin's gonna flip then have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours you gotta
In the you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will

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 spends the night gettin' drunk with her
Her brother's sellin' and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up
Some might fall in jail, others from the Feds
(The only thing she loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled pump the bed

Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and tunes
And got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues
The good 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 where I'm from?
Choose one, you better one

Heaven and hell is on
and hell is on earth