Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven 'n Hell (remix)

Children play women
Kids killing kids for the juice
Now Africa is looking for the
But it's gonna a while to enlighten the youth

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

In the streets of the city
I it's (shitty) but I can do without the pity
(Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs and I 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 with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the
A whole lot of screams, a lot of glass
like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' in the bars
Grandma a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your

So and meet 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 lets
Get somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick and (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 weird
(Well, the matter, Spinderella?)
The way half a disappeared

Heaven and is on earth
and hell is on earth

Who a damn about me?
(Huh?) Me (what?), me, yeah, old me
Me, myself, and I
Live or die, or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops, and a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail before I
Go 'head, me, 'em
They may be of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your
Now everybody's got
They wanna be hard and not be a fool
That buys a history
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my
And that two-fifth to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip then have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours 'cause you
In the ghetto you don't get a 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 is on earth

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 runnin' the Feds
(The only thing she ever loved was a 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 God's news, with Him you lose
Hell is here on earth, the 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