Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children play produce
Kids kids just for the juice
Now Africa is looking for the
But it's gonna 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 couldn't find any

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

(Well) He's standin' on a corner with his system loud
Next him off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken
like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't no bras
John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And stick a .45 in your face

So come and meet my man (Yo, what up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets
Get into somethin' he 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 drug bust, but something's
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way a million disappeared

Heaven and hell is on
and hell 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
They may be hard of
So keep yellin' at the top of lungs
Now got guns
They wanna be hard rocks and not be a
buys a history book
Not me, I'll a clock, not rock to my hits
And that click to my kids
If gonna flip 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 terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and will answer

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth

everybody be damned, her father's in jail
Sister's on the screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom the night gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' the Feds
(The only thing she ever was a piece of lead)
And a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed

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

Heaven and hell is on
Heaven and is on earth